Tale of a Bubble
This tale is of a bubble,
I do not if it is soda fizz,
each time I succeed,
in face of others,
and gain material,
Chemical reaction runs amuck,
and the bubble swells,
it fills my body cavity,
and makes me act like mad,
I remain abnormal for days to come,
till I suffer my first setback,
then I feel as if the bubble was burst,
but in my vicinity,
I notice another getting afloat,
he begins behaving,
as if under influence of bubble,
it is contagious and widespread,
this bubble seems to bother,
me as well as others,
though some of us claim,
that their bubbles do not maim,
but in secret moments,
I have seen them naked,
they shout and keep the scene on rout,
their pride drips from each sight,
proving that the bubble did bite.
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