I'm waiting for the destruction
Of a million smiling faces.
Waiting so I can finally smile myself.
I hate everyones gaping holes
Bearing whites so flossed and buffed
My own
Stained yellow
From carelessness
Worn and torn with bites
Taken out of turn
The negative enamel
Almost atmospheric in some ways
Full of holes
When all the perfect sets are dust
Then will mine become the best