Teeth

Teeth

What, no, not another set of teeth

to worry and bite and stop all sleep.

What, no, not another set of teeth

Will the sadness book never be complete.

We sit in pubs and talk of times

of groups we knew and all the signs

of war and money, oppression and more.

What, no, not another set of teeth

each crisis bites, but not so deep.

What, no, not another set of teeth

And through the shadows we always creep.

we say hello to what we want

and stop all sores and irritants

nice clear skin and perfect teeth

What, no, not another set of teeth

to worry and bite and stop all sleep

What, no, not another set of teeth

this sadness will never be complete.

We sit in pubs and talk of times

of groups we knew and all the signs

of war and money, oppression and more.