Your metal head has a mind of its own
When paper chase rushes to meet deadline,
Pointed teeth decide to clump together
Jamming the bar with those sharp incisors;
I push a thin nail file under delicate wire
To unfasten those molars from a tangled bind
My palms whacking the ledge, in mid-scale of rage.
Braces still twist in clusters, don’t have time
Loosening your clipped mouth, I must dare
Slam the base with a hammer without warning;
Yet you retaliate by cutting my neat thumb,
Then hitting me right on the spot, the sore ankle.
I pin you with a glue gun; now we’re through,
Drown in the hazardous bin, rascal stapler!
The Ordinary Contest: Poetess Darkly