Dribble

I had a desperate urge To rebel. 
I walked into the centre 
Of the town I live in. 
I stood, not in anyone’s way, 
And held my mouth slightly open. 

I dribbled down my chin. 

I resisted the natural urge to lick 
And the spit eventually traveled groundwards. 
In just fourteen minutes 
I had dribble coating my chin.


It made people angry! 

Good. I was satisfied. 
I try not to think too much about why.