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Mint
The stick of gum you
Pop in your mouth
Right before you
Draw the fatal
Foul breath to

Argue
Perhaps you think
The thinly stretched
Bubbles of profanity
Popping out of your mouth
Display what you really

Meant
When you said-
Well, I couldn’t hear it
For all the loud chomping
On your wad of green glorified cud,
Your endless recitation and repetition.

Are you
Ready to spit it out?
Or swallow it even-
Perhaps by the time 
It’s fully digested,
You’ll be more than spearmint.