it the chewing gum stamped in to the pavement
slowly multiplying cell by cell, blocking your way
no way round, through or jumping over
it had the bitter lemon taste, and was
throwing grit into the throat
it how it ended up on the pavement
the smell of seaweed wont go away
the noise of drilling whirs in the brain non stop
it bigger than the house,5 miles high
its too slimy to push through
and it taunts me, you did wrong!
and you will never get rid of me
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