He Was Once Bubble Gum (2005) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

He was once a cylinder, wrapped by a comforted shell.
In order for Him to get out, He had to be unwrapped.
He was eventually exposed to this world on someone's tips.
He was not cold or shy, just very...sweet and yummy.
He was, out of many types, picked for a reason so, He was tasted, oh well.
He had never been bitten, so for the first time, He felt good being a 'mini' snack.
He would end up in different shapes, at times, touching 'her' lips.
He would get blown up to 'PoP' which He was sure it felt kind of funny.

He began to get comfortable, but soon, His sweetness would eventually run out.
He was no longer played with, but would still get bitten every other five seconds.
He missed those minutes when He would get stretched and twirled on 'her' fingers.
He tried to get the sweetness back, but 'she' was already looking at other brands.
He knew, because 'her' mouth would open when a 'hot' flavor would come about.
He didn't stand a chance against those competitive brands with a flavor beyond.
He was chewed so much that His flavorless and shapeless exterior tasted worse.
He, eventually, was spat out, was left for others to step on, for no one to understand.