Sorrow of a Chewing Gum

Before you leftBefore you diedBefore your spittle rubbed its last

Chewing... chewing... chewing
Around great wall of China
White soldiers standing by
With heads rubbed with cement;
I must not escape!
Such order you gave

You kept on chewing and chewing
You chewed me
Rubbing me with spittle
I enjoyed it, I must confess
I wanted more, I wanted you- don't repent
How you rubbed me with spittle continuously
Until you robbed me off all of me- then it all stopped
And you became dead- dead-
But I alive

Before you left
Before you died
Before your spittle rubbed its last
Before the chewing stopped at once
Before I became a waste- wasted waste!
You pressed me against a bench
A bench long and brown
Residing in the room where you read and learnt
You glued me to it
Nothing more to give
Nothing more to receive
So you dumped me to deceit
And I ended up, glued to another item
It cannot give what I want
For what he wants I cannot give it.
A used, used, chewed, chewed
Bubble gum
Attached to the a long brown bench
In a room of knowledge and learning.

You're gone
You're done
But inside I burn.

My happiness runs to me
Each time another touches me with a hand like yours,
I feel, I smile, and frown.

Mide Benedict

Written on 6-02-2015 while in AUD 1, while receiving a lecture

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