Confidence at Mealtime

by jerrontables

So well at holding noses closed

And scraping off our feet.

A stink mistook for roses

In the places that we eat:

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner served

Out from our other end–

We smile wide–it’s well deserved!–

To eat our meals again.


Oh, lend us here your mirror, please,

There’s something in our teeth.

It’s coming ever clearer–fear

That’s yestermeat bequeathed.