The Sugar Champion

He glides though the aisles
Burning fatty acids

His sword oft sucked upon
Is a pepperami of its former self

Smiles at the price of sucrose
Chortles at coke's steep fee

He thinks of policy he forced wrought
The advertising gurus his piped tune followed

Whole Governements of the west
Bent at their knee amidst some of the east

The pictures were graphic
But not so to scare

The argument was compelling
The old nanna Betty even saw truth

But the children
Oh the children did not understand

Where are my sweets?
Who would take them away?

The sugar champion
Made glucose fructose maltose addicts life hard

The chocolate prices displeased even
The ladies of leisure

As the argument focused on the poorest
And the snap of the sugar croc's trap

In the end there were peddlers
From foreign states

So rations were given free
To those who could not cope

But the children's screams
Were soon alayed by toys and games

Hidden in heathy things
Treats were treats

Nothing was banned
Just everyone lived longer

Cardiologists got poorer
As exercise but for the ill was monitored by GPS

This land lost buckets of fat
By the millisecond

Two sperm whales every four hours
CHD deaths started to sink

Diabetes rise slowed tapered then dropped
We still had our cities

And our cars
But they were slowly redesigned

By special ergometrists
And a team of scientists

The car now needed variable
Physical effort in the larger muscles to drive

Core stability was strengthened in the ride
Strangely more people walked and biked

But the Sugar Champion knew that
For this to be achieved

Market forces needed to be whipped
Channeled and fined into diversions

Like a river by clever irrigation
The Sugar Champion brought years to the nations