i am well chewed
my name is a familiar taste in other's mouths
i lay on their tongues
i lay under them when i'm being whispered about
they say my persona tastes like old candy
sweet but not as nice anymore
wrapped in pink paper
kept in nasty pockets
strapped of what they once called glory
my abductors are hypocritical angels
these are sinful ages
i am well chewed
this good old taste will never leave your mouths
these are the vows
i go around, around
between your theeth and thighs i am found
