On A Thursday For J.C.
Stupid dentist prodded my teeth into a state of whimpering pain
And vowed to reduce their numbers soon
Seemed fitting for a day that started pleasantly cool
Only to turn steamy halfway through
A Thursday-close enough to the weekend to
Rake your fingernails along its edge
But not close enough to justify
Rumandcokelunch. So, the irritating mess of my mouth
And I will stay put and content ourselves with
Ibuprofen cocktails.
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