Sugar, My Cure My Curse

Originally Published 08/28/2024

Sugar sugar please don’t be high

But if it’s low, ill never cry

A sip of Apple or orange juice

Always lets my numbers loose

Candy cookies yummy things

Fresh French fries and onion rings

Kettle chips and puffs of cheese

Never ever fail to please

Sickly sweet and honey taste

I’ll never let it go to waste

Soda Pop drinks and punch

Always raise my sugar much

Prick a finger stick and touch

Hoping the digits won’t be much

When it’s low I feel complete

Because I get to eat and cheat

If too low an alarm will sound

Or I’ll face plant it on the ground

Too high of sugar is a goal that’s missed

And Never fails to make me pissed

Just give some space and I’ll be fine

And raise my sugar from 69

Diabetes it’s really the worst

Sugar, it’s my cure and curse

-aaa

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