"Crack, crack, crack," goes her infuriating Fruity Tooty bubble gum.

"Crack, crack, crack," goes his knuckle as he bends back his flabby fingers.

"Crack, crack, crack," goes the teacher's crumbling chalk stick as he writes!

Tell them off, says my mind, but my heart pleads no. 

Make them stop, persists the nagging voice inside me.

Inform them with brutality, chimes in my wringing hands.

"Crack!"

Wailing, screaming leaves my lips.

Gaping, petrified gleams off their faces.

My heart urges to cease from these actions but my body craves the sensation.

"Crack," and I lunge at the noise's owner.

My mind's attention draws back to reality.

My heart would not have allow me to progress any further than the pleasent thought.

Alas, the cracking will forever nag me.

"Crack."