Your dark mouth, always wanting,
Always tutting at the room,
Sometimes at the faces sat around.
You suck the stale air from us.
Sitting there, hot breath and rotting teeth,
Your blackened lips are never closed.
Snorting old man,
Are you all polyps and snot breath?
Health failing, lungs clogged, heartburn,
You slurp a fiery tongue around your cave.
We feed you everything you crave,
But by dawn you'll still turn ashen,
Your cooling, rotting, mouth still open;
Your anger and your passion
Unable to sustain itself.
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