your smile is so ceramic white,
that it's way too uncanny.
my smile is fence of crooked teeth,
I boiled them in a kettle.
in good ol' kettle they belong,
my yellow crumbling teeth.
their vision's almost never wrong,
I use them now to see.
It's really wearing me all out,
the fact you're nowhere near to care,
you're running past me with your flow,
with knocked-out-teeth I use to stare,
you're listening to "prodigy", your grin will always glow;
you owe me an apology,
apology you owe.
***
— he was whipping up teeth in a kettle, boiling teeth
— like, actual teeth?
— boiling denture, in a kettle, bro, the smell.. it was dental
— he was boiling teeth?
— in a kettle, bro
#стихотворноеобыденное