Yellow, Jagged and Wrong

they are yellow

and

crumbling

I can no longer

chew on my

beloved

Twizzlers

and

in the dentist’s chair

I was told

that I

have a lot going on

in my mouth

poor bastard

having to look inside  that

disgusting orifice

of mine

and smiling

(as I rarely do)

I know

folks are looking deep

at my teeth

screaming

bloody murder

in their heads

echoing inside

that disgusted cranium

if I had my way

(and if I had the money)

I’d have them all

pulled out

to

erase the pain

I am constantly living with

and also

I’d no longer look like

Shane MacGowan

on a bad day

it’s hard knowing

just how

ugly I am

and

that I couldn’t

attract

a moth if I was a flame

this mouth of mine

is my

bad luck charm

if only I had

wooden teeth

so I could

burn them out of

existence

if only I could

yank those stained ivories

out of my gums

forever

so I could smile

(oh, to smile again)

so,

I am stuck with them

jagged and wrong

painful and sharp

discolored and disgusting

my teeth,

the fucking bastards

ruin the day for me

before I can even get out

of the bed

my teeth,

the shame of a

closed mouth smile

lacking a toothy grin

for my adult life

my teeth are

motherfuckers

and now

don’t get me started on

other body parts

or I just may

never

stop complaining