"Complementary Floss"
What gives you the right?
What gives you the right?
I see you over there trying
to hide your face.
You must think I can’t see
you but I can.
And I’m asking you:
what gives you the right??
What gives you the right
to treat me as inferior?
You can’t make me feel
inferior unless I give
you permission.
Eleanor Rigby said that.
You think just because
you’re a dentist you can
prod and poke at my molars?
And incisors?
DDS--those are just letters.
Two the same, one different,
like the chambers of my
amphibian heart--a heart
which you have broken into
countless pieces.
Like a shattered mirror in
the corridor of discontent.
--Chris Peebles
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