I'm that piece of gum you abandoned long ago. I was crushed, mangled, ripped apart, shoved back together. I've been blown up: stretched to my limit, then deflated. Stretched, toyed with, chewed up and spat back out in every way imaginable. You finished with me, sucked out my flavor, and stuck me on the bottom of a toilet. Left there to catch all the shit and piss humanity had to throw at me. Left with only the future hope of being picked up by the first retard that walked by to repeat the process. Or, to be scooped up by the drudges and cast away into the nearest landfill. There will be nobody that will ever have me the way you did, fresh from the package, teeming with life. You've doomed me to an existence of wasted garbage or tedious repeated assaults that will never be as sensual or needing as yours. You've had me at my sweetest, and I've lost all but that tiniest piece of it. I'll never forget that slight intake of satisfied breath as my taste finally touched your lips. I can only hope that you'd never forget me.