Don’t Talk With Your Mouth Full

I am beginning to think
I was only a snack
For your hungry appetite.
Someone to chew up
And then spit out,
Like a piece of rotten fruit.
You used me
For your own gain
And now cast me aside.
Was I ever important to you,
Or was it all a childish game
Like hungry hungry hippos?

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