Dear Editor

Goofy collegiate orthodontists,
Pulling teeth
Straighten what shouldn't be straightened,
Gather
Stoned shiskabobs
At Center podium,
The executioner's vortex.
Shaking hands
And signing checks.
Idea's assumption suffice
Until magnanimity,
A plump and humble man,
Loses his belt
To a snake
In a cattle call dice game.
Down the rickety slope
of a laughable roller coaster.
Patrons forgot he'd gone missing,
but they caught his picture
on the drop.

Fierce saliva
of Knowing
Heals all intrusions
in the binds
of rubber bands.
Orthodontists
Cannot smoke.
Unlike men,
They are not parallel dustbunnies,
But Caterpillars
With bottoms worn blue,
And breast pockets,
Scraped clean of lint.

Songs. Abstactions. Answers.
"Summer doesn't distribute sexy coconuts
to Philistine scum,
who can't tell the difference
between truth and lie."

Check the facts
Take the stairs.

Stairs=Long Commas. Think about it.