They come singing fragile tunes,
then complain of an aching
in their throats. Not to gloat, but…
I told them this would happen.
I did, didn’t I? But no one
ever listens to me because
I have tinfoil teeth.
You can’t heed the words of one
who smiles at you with tinfoil teeth.
There’s just something very wrong
about that smile,
very clearly wrong.
And it’s damn near impossible
to get a song through your mouth
when you have tinfoil teeth like I do.
They just deflect any melody
back into your throat
and you end up choking on it.