Archive for October 6, 2008

Teeth Talkers

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2008 by dc

They walk around country estates
Like catalogue clowns,
They hold canes like loaded shotguns
And snort at swearing children.

They’re faces look like chiselled wax
But never seem to melt,
Their friends are insistently orange
And conversations hate them.

They throw loose change at cyclists
As they race past in their jeeps,
Their advert smiles are sickening,
Their mothers loved them too much.

They count bickering as a hobby,
Their hands are wild cat’s claws,
They talk through their teeth
And film themselves having sex.

We all know one vaguely,
Yet not really at all,
In simpler times they’d be beautiful beggars,
Miserable but kept well out of sight.

Their honesty sits
Amongst jars filled with tears,
To befriend one
Is the meaning of lonely.

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