Cynical Desserts

The ice cream pint 
has a request: 
can I be your fentanyl
and bring you up a few sizes 

perhaps then your lonely heart 
might like a Peloton 
until we've led to promises lands 
building fires Tinder smoked 

now you're on the yoke we made 
all you do is we get paid 
debt a while to make it last 
stretch your pile and shake your ass.