Some of us are not meant
to walk upon the grizzly teeth
of this indifferent world.

Some of us are too kind
at the heart,
with honest baby eyes,
in total disregard of
the gingivitis reality,
which blisters our mouths,
infecting a once proud smile.

Maybe that's called survival.
Might be just plain stupidity.
Or, maybe it's nothing short
of a supreme luck.

Most of us, at some juncture
are forced to gnaw
on the rancid shit of uncaring strife,
slowing our internal rhythms,
testing our will to save ourselves.

Such is life'¦

And we scrub away the plaque,
spitting out misfortune
with an alcohol wash of positive chance.
A ray of earned sunshine
is not without a stinging price.

We do
what must be done.

So I say to you
my friend,
as I often say to
myself.

Stride with confidence,
but tread lightly by means of caution.
And never leave home
without your
barbed-wire dental floss.

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