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

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

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.

Your words pile
n each other
Like billions of bubbles.

Their soapy sheen fills the room
With a rainbow of colors,
Dazzling your audience as they shine.

Listeners reach out to touch
These magical,
parkling spheres,

Wanting to
ake them home,
To study them and understand.

But they pop
our precious ideas,
And anxious,

Grasping fingers
Now s
With evidence of their crime

Are shoved
n deep pockets
Of common sense,

Where they nervously jingle
Keys to places they know
And now are content to stay.