“No More Breath Mints”

Don’t speak or breathe when cotton is the taste,

your tongue and lips will form a crude paste.

The stench is so bad you’ll be defaced

and your teeth will run as if they’re chased.

It makes no sense when you’ve eaten little,

no bite of burger or one sweet skittle.

No more breath mints for air so brittle,

the sole defense for the social acquittal.

 

-bb

 

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