Oh teeth of wisdom
you have been wise
but not so much
as to halt your demise

Feel your absence
though I might
you’ve quite lacked
to be in sight

Ah your beauty
is but amiss
see – you’ve been on deck
for each kiss

Furrow you brow
but wait you have none
Don’t be sour
‘cuz that’s no fun

I’ll take Triazolam
an hour before
but just point five
lest I hit the floor

So chip and hack
and wiggle away
then stitch me up
it’s all just play