Bubble gum The sweetness, stickiness and tasteless becomes its names. Each bite churns with the laughs of new taste, the sweetness sprouts like water found in draught. With the tongue deceiving each bite into an endless fight, the jaws are inflicting its treacherous wounds upon each bite, The mouth watches with its mournful walls predicting a future bitterness for its inmate. With each secretion of saliva teasing up the process and granting a fair trial to the sweet victim it approaches its merciless death sentence. With the teeth offering all deserving punishment, the sweet denies itself ever being called by its name. It has faded its sweetness by dinning by chewing with gladness. We finding no adjective for our new love flock with a bubble gum as birds for like a new lo...