It was blue;
It was sticky.
It stuck to the bottom of my foot,
Resistant to the hot summer sun.
It held on tight,
I removed it from my foot
And it clang onto my finger.
It was like a feeding toddler,
With a death grip.
It was littering the streets
It annoyed the hell out of me
It disliked the bin
Repulsed by it's green colour
Bubblegum liked its pureness,
It liked the pristine-ness it used to have
before being discarded
and forgotten
Another gum beneath a shoe,
lost and rotten.
It stained the ground
It was looked down upon by the same people who put it there
How evil they were,
to taint its blue soul
To wrinkle it up and throw it away,
To frown down at it.
The bubblegum didn't like it
But it had no choice
The bin was its hell,
The streets were its torture
It liked the box it came in
With its brothers and sisters
It wondered where they were.
Bubblegum lost all hope,
And submitted to being trampled on
It got used to the way it lived,
It was time to move on
So bubblegum closed its eyes,
And waited to fossilise.
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Poésie- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
