The slow nauseating feel when you’re around food The death to your tastebuds Losing taste for the things you love One By One You still crave those things But you only think you know how they taste The fried chicken you want daily is used for smell As you can’t taste the Kentucky fried goodness The mashed potatoes and gravy becomes spicy and unwanted but the craving is still there The Pepsi you’d have daily with that marborlo light Now is no where in sight The taste is so far gone My moms fading to no where in sight