Friday 27 January 2012

day twenty seven.

the too straight teeth
with too little gums
with the help of a tongue
yap on.

'there's no time to do anything,
ANYTHING.
i can't wait to get home and
do NOTHING.'

only those poor big teeth
that take over the face
(quite easily)
won't get to rip apart chicken
tonight.
the female creator of them
is too tired
to go all out
making a chicken dinner
on fridays.

the teeth are sick of it.
i am sick of the teeth.

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