When I crave you I cannot resist

While you are sitting there and you insist

When I am not even hungry but pickles beckon

Or the Red Hot sauce is a quick fix I reckon

Please let me go, instead of calling my name

I have dreamt of you when I feel insane

Now I have been good, and tried to limit

The food I eat, and how much of you is in it

But then I may crash, and unexpectedly so

It sets me adrift like a raft to-and-fro

It is not fair, for I do not comprehend

What is wrong with me, my salty friend.