crusty stuff was growing
oozing down her neck.
Which, strangely, was a
lot like butterscotch topping
so I ordered drinks
but had no money
hoping for a hit
but not that kind
since I was gay
as in happy, not
drunk like a scary
five dollar hoe who
prayed for your soul
leaving an awkward silence
through her ‘summa teeth’.
The old man decided
that without his dentures
he had no superpowers
except - an exceptionally long
string of drool dangling