
deviant art
The Molar
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Sweep away that feeble molar
decaying next to a root canal.
Get the broom
and sweep for all you’re worth!
Muck the stalls;
it’s Friday!
Sweep away all indecisions
that debilitate your life.
Sweep away those nasty political centipedes
breeding beneath complacency.
Sweep away the Savoy truffle
of your indiscretionary years.
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Water damage always puts me
on instant alert.
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When the volcano erupted,
I remember now,
we were huddled below a fresco,
a vague impression
but a tattoo
of mythical proportion
every bit as symbolic
as our universe
appears to be
today.
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So, sweep away that feeble molar,
lazing in a hammock
beside a root canal.
Get the broom
and sweep for all you’re worth!
Alan Britt
Posted over on Ken Again
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