Mint

This may be the first poem I ever wrote. It's only about seven years old. I scratched it out to be a silly bit of fun, but it's actually not too bad.

I will always remember that mint
It was a good mint.
It was sweet and the flavor lasted
for about eight minutes.
Then I stuck it on my keyboard
To save it for later, you know—
But it was red and purple
from the bloodstains
That it got from brushing
against my rotting gums.