From this side of the Skull

My chewing probably bothers the guy studying a table over.
It probably wakes up my tired housemate,
Probably pops her from a warm dark place, suddenly aware
Of a gnawing metronome, shifting and rummaging and tasting;
You can probably hear it in outer space,
an alien on the moon with a stethoscope
Smirking curiously, Ah human,
You may be what you ingest,
But you are not
as quiet!