You knew I was going to write about you, <br />So you lurked at the back of my brain until then, <br />Slowly pulling out your teeth, <br />And scattering the broken bits on the carpet, <br />Now, as I enter, the teeth bite my feet, <br />Like an aggressive rat in a sewer. <br /> <br />Jumping around trying to avoid the pearls of pain, <br />I briefly catch your eye, and you smile at me, <br />A toothless grin, a sinner's smile, <br />You've already put me on trial, <br />This is my punishment, but I can't help thinking, <br />You were much better looking before you were vindictive.<br /><br />Adam Soper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-teeth/
