Behind my teeth sits a prisoner in sentence, their crime was deception.
Many truths had been robbed by this thief, too many sentences ended before they knew the solace of a caring ear.
This thief was skilled in counterfeiting, lies were his game, he’d weave doubt into trembling lips then kidnap the truth for ransom.
A terrible person indeed, the one behind these teeth, once sold a lie for a fortune or two, handing out promises for me and for you.
Too long had this burglar been running amuck, behind these bars of whites he stuck, a plaque feeding on deceit, cavities dug at the little white teeth.
To whom must I turn this criminal to?
What punishment should be faced for housing this fugitive?
A jury of pearly whites smiled silently in unison, for they knew better than to speak—they too were familiar—with this thief, that lives behind our teeth.
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