I'm Bald headed-have piss yellow teeth
don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again
every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living.
Cursed and blessed with a good heart
wild horse temperament that's bucked most riders off.
Loyal to a fault for the few who've stuck it out
through all the ups and downs.
I could blow out of here at any time
but for now everything's just fine..
I've crash landed on a cay of calm..
Quite proud that I've made it this far
more than half way to a hell, oft mistaken as a star
At times slipping into the murky waters of mundane,
just another battered face rooting through a discount bin
Always on the fringe of a spinning tassel of content
Everywhere there's mounds of glitter glued to plastic bags.
covering up the dry rot-I've no interest in any of that
Shocking I can pull it together at a funeral
but not when I'm putting down a pet-
I want to be a whirling dust devil
outside this hollow town
not inside the plastic masks
of all the dead hearted clowns.
Categories:
whiteners, age,
Form: Free verse
. (A GROSS POEM ABOUT TOOTHBRUSHES AND WHITENERS)
W* T*** R** WHITE TEETH THE ROMAN WAY. THEY HAD BRUSHES MADE FROM BONES.
H * E* T* O*W WORSE THAN THAT IS A FACT LITTLE KNOWN THEIR WHITENER WAS URINE.
I * E* H* M*A * urine. Yuck
T* T* E* A*Y * urine. Yuck
E* H*** N** * urine. Yuck
Whitener was urine. Yuck!!!!
Categories:
whiteners, funny, history, people
Form: Shape