False Teeth, Free Art Poem by Doug Stewart

I got ‘em, my plastic 32s
And without them, if they
We're not here, it would
Be so hard to chew.

They require different care
Than your ivory eating pair,
Not more or better just
Different. They get baths

And glue, although they get
Brushed, too, the brushing
Is external, so unlike you who
Have from sugar, chocolate,
Tobacco and rot agents abstained.

They are more vulnerable, they’ll
Break, chip, and scar much more easily
Than yours. Still without them I’d be
Reduced to a straw and the questionable

Cuisine that comes through it, and so
My friends with all due haste, I’ll take
Them on and cleansed them, to smile
In rows like those whose dentures are real