They were out for a drive.
"Turn at the next corner."
"Okay."
A half-hour later they were still going straight.
"I think it's unusual for there to be no corners."
"Yes, it is odd."
An hour passed.
"Quite peculiar!"
"Yes. Let's see if anything's different when I slow down."
"Yes."

The itch it burns.
I scratch away
Exposing bone.
Erupting goo
Is all I see.
I wonder if
In chemistry
There's any use
For all my goo.
Or maybe there's
A use for it
In symphonies
In minor keys.
I've bottled it
For future use
Expecting to
Wholesale it soon.