There’s a rot in that wooden smile of yours,
I can see through the crack in the white boards
and no matter how much paint you plaster
the dark decay will only grow faster.
The rats crawl through your cavernous mouth
between your wilted teeth into the shade
gnawing at the damage, they head further south
til your hallway throat’s completely decayed.
If you had nurtured and maintained from the start
then you’d not have got in this sorry state
but now that the perish has gripped your heart
any endeavour made would be too late.
So now there’s nothing else for you to do
other than sit in a stagnating rue.
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