Pop, bubble gum, cotton candy,
Moldy teeth and rotting,
Pop,
Goes the bubble gum as you exhale,
Pop goes your sweet tooth ego,
The endless carnival games,
Pop, that sweet teeth’s wanting are finally fulfilled,
And the chewed, spat on gum is thrown away,
Chewy, sticking,
Exhale and inhale and spit out your sweet tooth,
Spit out your goddamn ego,
Bossy and sassy, step in poison,
Fuchsia poison on the remains of you gum,
petals and stem stuck in your gum,
Pop, goes your inflated ego,
rot your teeth and rip your flowers,
Fuchsia petals, stab the goddamn pin!
Fun, so much excitement,
In a two- faced fair,
Pop, goes your ego! Spit out the remains,
And jealousy and wanting on the impaled petal,
And a desire for more,
An addiction unstopped because it’s life,
Apparently,
The fuchsia petals, rest in your ashes,
your doomed for,
watch yourself- the remains of ego is about to land,
stand strong, listen to me,
your the chiaroscurot during midnight.
Hold up the pain!
Pop goes your ego,
as the final realization hit,
Ego kills, ego reposes,
Spit out the remains again,
Next thing you know,
You’ll be spitting out jealousy.

© LeoAtSunset