Salt

I hate salt for the sake of my cake That is sodium-rich by the baker's mistake And the syrup I poured That I never ignored Is more salty still Then a fish with a sword I like sugar and spice and everything sweet For the sake of a snack or the lack of a treat But I struggle and fight With a big appetite For a cherry cheesecake And a bottle of Sprite Yes I really hate salt by the savor I taste That is bigger than big by the size of my waist And the water I hold That is bigger than bold Is a day at the beach In a battleship mold If the salt I consume is the fault of my doom Then I might as well vault to the back of my room But I’m heavy as heck With an iron neck And a big Mack truck In a miserable wreck But if salt is to blame for the blotch in my fame Then I might hopscotch to a different game Where a sodium fix In a bag of tricks Is a sugar high With some different kicks If you still chase rats by the look of your hats Then you might as well race to the Utah Salt Flats Where the salt lick alone Is more dry than a bone And your new conversation Is a drop in your phone.