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And I was Chewing gum

Ha, Ya

And I was chewing gum.

Popped in the mouth

and

Blew it out loud,

Pop.

But I wanted

to study

And I wasn’t

enough sturdy

So I went

to

the school

And

they lost

their cool

But

I was

chewing gum.

The deliverance

didn’t come.

They said

‘right there, stop!’

Pop.

My gum

will never

lose sugar,

No worry,

I am

no loser,

Thought

I did run

into

a scholar,

But instead

reached

the slaughter.

As I was chewing gum,

They threw

a

tantrum,

‘Be ready for a drop!’

pop.

I don’t

Like

no pop.

So

I stretch

my gum,

and

roll it out

dumb.

Will never

succumb.

And chew

it nonstop!

Pop.

Beatnik Feather

These wings

on

my shoulder,

Speak a story

through

a feather.

Pluck, cut

and

prune

The wings

of

a

whimsical tune.

It hurts. It hurts. It does.

I write

Not

for you,

I write

to

you.

Detain

my right,

do you?

I seek. I seek. I am sick.

Manifestation divine

of

these

wings sublime

to

create a rhyme

a rhyme

to line, shine, design.

I see you resign.

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