This may sound a little weird, but

I just tried gluing my mouth shut.

And I think I'm tasting it now

And it tastes like paper

And sweat.

Worst of all

I can open my mouth just fine.

My tongue is writhing in

Horrid-tasting pain

And I rush to the kitchen

To wash my mouth out.


Finally my mouth tastes better

So I return and do an Einstein thing.

I try gluing my thumb

And index finger


Waiting for it to dry

I mumble to myself

The lyrics to a song

I just can't get out of my head.

The glue gets tacky,

But I still can pull my fingers apart.


I peel off the dry glue

And it looks like I'm some kind of snake.

Now I see why people avoid me.

The End

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