Behold!
I’m churned with pulverized cherry,
Pounded and powdered with undisclosed formula,
Rumored to have a furtive gelatin coating.
Engrained with pasteurized packets,
And woven with threads of fructose
Through the pores of my synthetic gooeyness.
A hint of citric acid to warm your heart
Fused with syrup from the gods,
And mixed with earth’s finest yield
In the hospital of my beginnings,
The factory of my youth.

I’m soaking with his metal industry
Manufacturing him millions
By being manufactured,
Making you stout.

But am I the villain or the hero?
Sitting here in the mysterious mold
That makes the world spin slower.
Being shaken, with sturdy steel arms
That rattle his company’s prosperity.

Drops of artificial coloring come at a cost,
With my jelly tummy rising
To the frozen tundra of the titanium racks.
With the shuffling my tacky configuration,
My craved appearance remains obvious.

Through the watered pipes,
Which measure his corporation’s triumph,
Blaring through my permeable jell,
And translucent formation,
I am quickly weeded out of my cast
To be wound about with a cluster of others
Who have dreamed of making it this far.

The boards clank against his company’s integrity.
Being suffocated is only temporary.
My arms have now fully risen,
And my cheeks have yet to show imperfections.

Wrapped in a worthless cellophane bag,
Whose purpose it is to protect our kind,
My squishy head seems irresistible
To the ones who swallow me with satisfaction,
Standing by his company name
And eating my hopes and dreams.

From the grumbling of the industrial machinery,
To the blocked valves of the young,
Through the depths of the blood stream,
I serve as community polluter.

But only I stand
With my plump legs
And my furless face,
Curling to the symmetry of the next,
Eyes gleaming into yours,
Serving as a plaything for the ignorant
Who, despite keep our future generation
Dwelling in the hands of his future,
Fail to recognize my shimmer of hope

From the pits of the conveyer,
I represent the company’s formula.
From the powder within my forehead,
To the shimmer of my grooves.

A gummy bear I may seem,
But yet the only reason
He has the money in his pockets
And you have my weight in yours.