That Great Divide

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.

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