A ceremony all things ingrain, planted deeply in every brain worship of the teeth
A cleaning rite, decay to fight freeing daggers and swords from dirt's sheath
Idols of ivory, sharpened tools of connivery, weapons of highest esteem
Cleaned with a brush, debris to flush until they shine with a gleam
It is behind, a smile that we grind our food of the day
Fish or mammal, altars of enamel dedicated to sacrificial prey
A pearly gate, turns polished bait, white lies nature's steel
With one bite there's no more fight food or love becomes the next meal
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Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2026 03:16
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Good write SB. I put on my false smile when I serve up sewage for KP and say to her: 'It's good for you, dear; dunno why you complain; I always give you double helpings!' heehee.
Thanks so much Orchi I appreciate the review my friend try triple helpings and fatten her up a bit.
Wow, I've never seen a tooth poem more finely polished 🤣
Thank you my friend for your review and kind words it is most valued
Clever! You are referring to teeth and having them cleaned? A fave.
Thank you Katie I appreciate your read and kindness. Yes teeth in literal, figurative and metaphoric ways my friend. What we worship as marks of our vanity, use as traps in false smiles, as tools to cut and bite. All worshiped by others, the marketing world, media sold by moneychangers in the temple of capitalism and modern society. Bite me they say and we do.
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