I Live In Molasses 

I live in molasses, but it is not a sweet delicacy. 

I am completely encompassed by that which hinders me. 

I attempt to swim but seem to only accomplish lethargy. 

I do not know how to get it off of me. I flap my fins frantically. I am the darkened creature on an oil swept sea.

It is a kind of syrupy leprosy with nerve endings lacking viscosity, where the ideas of the brain are not strong enough to move this sluggish body.

I live in molasses, but it is not a sweet delicacy.

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