A Passion for Gum

Gum, oh gum. I cannot live without thy. Your complexion, of sweet powder, lightly sprinkled at brim. Oh your perfect consistancy to strech and shape under the pressure of my jaw. So lightly you blend and never be too sticky, unlike other known sweets. A confection never to be eaten, you last and last. Oh my apathy of sorrow be apon you for the separation between us. Most of the year, most of the month, most of the week, most of the day. You and all of your wonderfull flavors, banned forever more. They watch, diligently... for a sign. A shish-slosh in anothers mouth. Could it be? Just the slight bearing of one not following guidelines? Oh the consiquences you give me, for my sweet addiction twards you. Never the less, I don't know why it is so. You help me focus, and help me avoid the suffering of hunger.... few hours before my next meal. Anyone may enjoy you silently to keep from annoying others, yet.... Law is law. And for our time being, you and I must wait before we meet again. But as the time goes by, I will never stop thinking of you. Gum, oh gum. My sweet little stick of joy.