By Leonard Pigg

Mnemonic meandering amid emotional pandering. 
There is a distance between, like the user and their vice. 
Can’t have too much or you won’t feel nice. 
Don’t become an addict, just be a casual user. Waking up in a haze, feeling like a real boozer. 
Butterflies are the swarm in my head, craving her instead. 
In a world of Splenda, she was my cane sugar. 
I found what I love and it will kill me, but first slowly thrill me.