Foursome Woes

Oh since you have come in the things we have tasted.

The fruitful fancies that we enjoyed.

You caused me little pain throughout my life.

An occasional headache here and there, but of course that could have
been self-induced.

You ripped through the meat that was my existence.

Chomping and thrashing it so that I could be fulfilled.

My tongue cleansed you free of it all.

Of course the toothbrush and string would have helped you more...

But alas terrible habits bring terrible things.

Thus you turned on me, breaking apart what we had.

No longer to shred my meat, or crush my ice.

Now I fear the heat and run screaming from the cold.

How could you become such a mutinous outlaw?

I treated you well, fed your desire to shred and chomp

I eased your sweetness with an occasional morsel of delicious
ecstasy.

Well, maybe a lil more than occasional, for I loved it to.

But alas, you have broken my spirit; I cannot in good faith endure this
pain any longer.

So I have taken you to the place you hate most in life, the place you
will deem as hell.

The devils hands poke and prod at you, awing at the sheer magnitude of
what you have become.

"Those will have to go," the devil says.

I feel you cringe as he explains your slow, torturous death.

He gives me magic to take before I come back, very nice magic if I do
say so my self, and I do.

The Devils' charisma has me baffled.

So gentle he works, making sure I have no pain, not at all what I
expected.

"Come back tomorrow," he quietly says. Handing me my magic medicine as
I walk out the door.

I wave and you jolt me to life with a rude awakening, as if to say how
dare you.

But I can't take it any more; you are like a rabid dog, waiting for me
to move so that you may attack when you please.

So my Foursome friends, you must desist and decease.

As much as it pains me to see you go, it pains me more to have you
stay!

Tomorrow is another day, now it is today.

I'm fearful for you to be gone, yet waiting for you to quit torturing
me.

The end is near as I pop my magic medicine in my mouth.

One hour before no more, no less.

As we go down the road, oh I feel so relaxed&;#8230; I feel you
pleading with me not to go back.

"To late," I say in my dream like state.

"You've caused me enough trouble, and though I love you dearly for all
that you have done&;#8230;"

I say quietly," You must go my friends to the tooth-fairy where you had
begun."

Pulling up to the devils house, going in floating on air.

He leads me to a sentimental chair. Propping me back and introducing
his fellow devil, a cohort in the crime.

They smile sweetly, as the mask rises to my face.

"Inhale slowly and count to ten," I hear them say.

Off to La-La land I go, zipping a zagging along the clouds.

"It will all be over in about 30 minutes, just relax." They echo
quietly in the background.

"Goodbye my Foursome of fine friends&;#8230; you have served me
well, glad I had you for the time I did. But glad the devil is taking
you out!"

"It's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. So see yah, wouldn't want
to be yah!"

Off into dreamland I wonder alone&;#8230;to awaken with all four of
you gone!

Today I go off into La-La Land and lose my Four friends.... My smartest
teeth.... My wisdom teeth. Yuck, fun fun fun! I will miss them!
Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall