the ugly get uglier
the asthenic sluggish ones don't enunciate, don't flare the nostrils cuz they’ve so little breath to express.
thus their sinuses don’t aerate and the tonsil stones grow, thus their monotonic drone wafts a Loser’s acrid pestilence.
some as me i’ve known, we with true halitosis: we stone-face yabbers, just the chin up&downing as we nasalize, we talk at you.
halitosis-free, i’d thought
am prepping for the open mic, enunciating, keeping lean. breathing big & clean.
halitosis-free, i’d thought, brushing back-of-tongue; cocking at the mirror’s new Me. yet someone back of room heckled Certs when i launched into the What is it we want bit, and cackles joined in.
heard it on the playback. live, i thought the laughter was my Friend, and they were with me.
those who breathe clean, they aerate gladly and they find each other, lick each other's mouths out in their high-cardio coitus, while the halitosèd mope at home, we end the nite w/ lips pursed, huddled over laptop getting hits in.