Bubblegum

This is something I wrote a while ago, and for the sake of "begin green" or maybe out of sheer laziness, I'm going to recycle it.

To the reader:

I’m a writer

my words

the little old janitor man

in a font

with his putty scraper

like a knife.

But I’m a cleaner

He scratches out the sticky dust

            of memories.

I sing

                        He sings

            we sing

the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they’ll just keep on singing it forever just because this is the

circling

                        scraping

            that frees

writing

                        this wad of gum

           

Want it?