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

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A sip of Apple or orange juice

Always lets my numbers loose

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Candy cookies yummy things

Fresh French fries and onion rings

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Kettle chips and puffs of cheese

Never ever fail to please

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Sickly sweet and honey taste

I’ll never let it go to waste

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Soda Pop drinks and punch

Always raise my sugar much

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Prick a finger stick and touch

Hoping the digits won’t be much

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When it’s low I feel complete

Because I get to eat and cheat

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If too low an alarm will sound

Or I’ll face plant it on the ground

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Too high of sugar is a goal that’s missed

And Never fails to make me pissed

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Just give some space and I’ll be fine

And raise my sugar from 69

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Diabetes it’s really the worst

Sugar, it’s my cure and curse

-aaa

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