Double Bubble

March 8, 2017

Some nights I crave a chewing,
Something I don’t want to get out of bed to be doing.
I roll around and around,
Until finally what I am looking for has been found.
I reach my hand under the bed,
I can hear a voice saying don’t do it in my head.
I feel it with my finger,
It peels off like it’s on a stringer.
I put it up to my mouth,
And soon things go south.
I chew and chew a rubber piece of mildew.
This gum is old,
And chewing it at night is bold.
I have a problem,
Chewing this old gum is blithesome.

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