Recycling Poem by John Carter Brown

The other day I was chewing a piece
of loose skin near the end of my thumb;
when, being disturbed, I bit the skin off
then did something ever so dumb:

instead of removing it, just as I should,
and putting it into the bin,
I chewed the skin up into pieces
and swallowed it, mushy and thin.

So now to the crux of my story,
and the question that I've always had,
was this a reaction to hunger
or was it recycling gone mad?

(Written Dec 2021)