Ode to my tooth:

Toofer, please do not hurt anymore.
I have taken advantage of you.
I have treated you like a whore.

I promise to brush
and keep you all clean.
I will floss all the junk
and remove all that is green.

Oh toof of mine, stop hurting my head
the pounding is making me twitch
and I wish I were dead.

The throbbing it must stop
Please oh toofer of mine.
uh…I don’t know how to end this.
Damn medication. I won’t even remember I wrote this tomorrow.