I've supped the nectar, treated with the treats -
Sugars and syrups leaving me unfilled.
My palate needs a darker palette now;
Some minor keys to give the body soul.
Give me a sour marinade for my meats
Some seasoning before the gristle’s grilled
Simmer me in spices that will endow
My person with pluck, some grit in my bowl.
In all the tastes of decadence I’ve known
There have been few morsels I recollect
But the troublesome tables where I’ve grown
I think on with fondness when I reflect.
Now I find this sweet too sweet a flavor;
I want something savory to savor.
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