The Poet Without Teeth
Don't talk to me
you toothless poet
Who preaches me
what you all know at
When life smiles back
and tells you so
That I'm as bad
as all you show
And I am learning
from expense
Of what you've paid
in greater sense
When never having brushed your teeth
and having nerve to smile at me
When all I learn is in between
what teeth are left for flossing free
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2022
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