BAM!
Remember me?
I'm the toothfairy BI*CH!!
But... ... huh?
The softness of the pillow
The final releasing twitch?
Nah-ah!
I couldn't wait
Times have got tough!
But my milky white teeth
Please miss, please miss
Don't be rough.
RETARD!!
BAM!!
BAM!!
Owwwww!
What the ... ?!
That was my adult lateral incisor?!
Miss? Miss?!
I ain't your Miss punk!
Wake up and smell the fist!
... and then I did wake up and the whole thing was just a dream (how silly)*
*Footnote: Recently one of my readers asked me what I smoke when I write my poems. The answer is crack. I smoke crack.
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