Your life seems colorful Your bubbles are cheerful. Surely, everyone wants to be you. You've just been lucky all through. They envy your life. You probably never seen strife. Just a bubble gum. Your life must be so fun. They'll chew you. Suck the flavour out of you. And spit you out once they're through. But they think it's lucky to be chewed. Surely, you have no worries. Shielded from life's atrocities. An unburdened mind must feel light. That's why you can fly in bubbles, no fright. A bubble gum may seem wonderful and round. Wrapped in unrealistic fantasy until it touches the ground. At some point, the bubble will burst. Maybe that will quench their thirst. Pink and purple bubbles Like tender chocolate cuddles. Annoys the black and white. Joy of an ordinary gum troubles the uptight. Tempting to burst those bubbles. And convert them into trash puddles. So easy to pick and pop. Only when there's no more juice, chewing will stop. Gum starts out as a block. Gets moulded into socks. By constant gnawing. The block keeps evolving. From solid to a sticky paste. Once flavorful, completely loses taste. After it's done, thrown in waste. To suffer disgrace. Sure, gum is meant to be chewed. A life dedicated to servitude. But, it's still gum. Not as bad as scum. Bubble gum, bubble gum, Oh, you're so fun. To suck out your flavour. And spit out the last layer.
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