Life's Mysteries Befuddle Me
It swirls in with the wood grains on the floor
Like an implanted kiss from smeared lipstick
Conforming on it's own
like an individual fingerprint.
The texture turned to the same of an orange peel
Deprived of it's nectar with a gritty feel.
Once delighted in by a fortune single
Picked precisely for it's comforting tingle
Lays now in a heep, completely stranded
It's home laying deep in a pocket abandoned.
Thrown to the ground like nothing at all
Bruised with dirt, the evidence of it's fall
Unaware of the future's torment,
It adheres to the splinters
like hardened cement.
The length of it's stay determines release
The longer it holds the odds increase
Of being tortured with knives and razors
In sweat and tears and bleeding mascara.
Such a sad little story that's often not told
Until the reality of it happens
and the matters unfold.
With that being said and the facts all true
Why does gum still stick my shoe?
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