The Bad Breath Epidemic
The air is putrid,
talk is light,
nostrils offended,
lips held tight.
There's a bad breath epidemic raging through the land
and nothing is being helped by smokers on every hand.
Some have dog-breath,
others have spice,
some have death-breath,
some vile and vice.
There's a bad breath epidemic raging through the land
intensified by cokes, coffee, or beer scouring the glands.
The preacher sends his
out over the pews,
the worker thickens the air
like the paper mills do.
There's a bad breath epidemic raging through the land
and like a plague it's getting out of hand.
If you'll use Close-Up
and brush your fangs
you'll save the population
from harsh nasal pains.
There's a bad breath epidemic raging through the land,
and I'm told if I clean my mustache it wouldn't smell so bad.
5-8-92
This poem was written in honor of
the guys at work, because sometimes
the air gets pretty thick and hairy
around there. Since I’m hearing-
impaired, I read lips; but sometimes
I want to read them from a distance
through a pair of binoculars.
By ArtisticPoet48
© 2008 ArtisticPoet48
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