Gum, Guys, and don't share


you relieve my sweet craving 

your round and blue 

but when im done with you

all im left with is gum 

that sweet pink chewable rubber 

that my mother always told me 

to never share with another 

but when i met him i had to 

i had to give him my leftovers 

cause what my father always told me 

We always give to those who are in trouble 

so what does this all mean? 

you, me and you soft pink treat 

to always throw away your gum and never share 

because your parents will always come back and groan like a bear 


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