One lip slaps against the other
expelling a wet and horrid sound.
Digesting food waging battle with the tongue.
It’s all on display for the world to see!
Sea food is not meant to be seen
when it rides the saliva wave.
It’s a dirty little secret kept behind closed lips,
yet you spit it at the whole world as if common speak.
When were your manners strung up and hung?
For surely, they have departed!
And hope not to become violently sick.
For that, too, is just as rude.
As is passing judgment upon such vile habit.
So let us share smile and bade adieu
before I give in and throw up all over you.