That great divide between his teeth,
It looks like it has grown to be
A place for food to sit and stay
Until the teeth just rot away.
If only he would shut his mouth.
He has so much to talk about.
Of what he speaks, I cannot care,
For at this gap my eyes just stare.
My thoughts: decay and entropy;
The limits of mortality.
We wish to find a sense of worth,
But if we don’t help ourselves first,
Our souls just may be swallowed by
The darkness of that great divide.