as you stepped out of the rain
it was clear you were on a mission
as you found your seat
you waited but mere moments
befor beginning your ritual
as i watched with bated breath
you pulled out your toothbrush
and rigorously began polishing
what i can only assume
were your tonsils
your short, fast, strokes
pulsing through your mouth and throat
kept me enraptured
if i were your dentist
i'd be immensely proud
i missed you spit as i had to leave
but i hope you didn't fill
your soggy coke cup
i'd love to practice
good hygene together sometime
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