What a tragedy!
Your indentured mouth-
Piece now lies supine
On the polished beech-
Wood floor beside you,
Clacking inaudible spittle about
Your many splendid feats,
Though all you can make out
Over the discombobulating
Clicking at this late date is just
Come clean, I’d like to see you pick yourself up
This time round and try once more
To lie through false teeth.
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