To chew, or not to chew

I love to eat them, that's for sure.

Hey, there cow!

I'm pretty bovine, myself.

Because I chew gum,

Like you chew cud.

We ruminate, both you and I.

And, like the baby caf who was supposed

to be drinking this milk in my hand,

Well, I'm drinking it.

And like you, I'm about to be put in the grinder,

Eaten up by those with hunger.

I wonder if I can survive

without a body,

but with mind.

And maybe a set of teeth, or chompers,

To chew the cud, like you.

The End

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