Your Pearly Whites by These Arms Are Snakes
The family blood runs through me this oil in water.
My family blood cut through me clear like teeth made of sauter.
My childhood passed through me smooth like the throat meeting water.
A dental sighs, "son, we're going to have to take your last good set of teeth."
Someone once said, "why do you try to speak when you don't have a mouth?"
You could have been fine, you could have made it.
You could licked the lips of god but you chose the pavement.
Just lay there with your mouth wired shut.
You went too far out on a limb and you fell.
You know your track record shows that it's full of holes, so the next time you try to open your mouth, just don't.
Why do you let them count your teeth while you sleep.
When they will take a few and parade them around like they know you.
I want to be able to sick my fist in your mouth and feel all 32.
You look so beautiful with a full set of teeth and a great mouth to chew.
I know I lose track of you sometimes.
I lose track of myself sometimes.
I lose track of my grammar sometimes.
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