With disregard or mere aloof
Vengeance cares not of your sobbing, wet pleas
It's tired of buying your lying, ‘off your knees!’
There will be no more mercy for you, just regret
Such a shame your teeth and brush never met
Why not call it your Pimp, cos’ you are its whore
Too, your end will have blood, in a sink, trash or floor
You had such big dreams, gastronomic adventures
Now all you’ll tear up is soup, with your dentures
Such a fool to believe it could not get much worse
Till a dagger-like pain through your eye says ‘you’re cursed’
In the end, only Morphine will tuck you in bed
Still, your dreams will decay like the rest of your head
Omnipotent gods could not replicate
Your dentist's hands now hold your fate.
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