The Real Toothache Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

This pain in the, which ever word you want to sound painful
Now this is e menace
The real Mar koi
Background based
Judgemental hypocrisy
Well that we will serve as desert
Let's eat the main course
As I dig the 2nd silver cutlery
These words are cartulary owned by me
There are juicy marinated well perfumed inmates of ego
Yes both
Consume and robe well,
Black ashed cigars
It's scary to say it out loud
You might be next on the cooking roaster
You are the turkey on Christmas Eve
Based on their over-fury grapvined ruthlessness
Own the key of a toothache
The problem in your body
The problem in society
Let me no dig too dig
I think to myself
My doctor is teaching me how
Im an intern
On a path of being a physician