My Denture Plate
If there's one thing in the world that I truly do hate,
it's the fact that I must slip into the north of my mouth a denture plate.
"You'll adjust," I was told, "Soon it will feel a part of you."
They were wrong however. It's simply not true.
I lost the bulk of my teeth at an ERA protest ralley
when an individual who didin't believe as I did kicked the crap out of me,
and now I pay the price so ironically,
cause no women want to sleep with a guy whose lost the bulk of his teeth.
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