Monday, September 14, 2015

Dentists Make Lousy Dancers

Brushing my teeth, 
just to polish the skeleton, 
pushing it back behind doors. 
Combing my hair, 
just to keep up appearance, 
each strand that I lose labelled yours. 
Dressing to nines, 
because eights aren't enough, 
and sevens and sixes won't do. 
Dancing with ghosts 
just to hear music playing, 
wishing to carry the tune. 

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