Meth Mouth

I smoke so much you could turn my teeth into jokes-
like every time I open my mouth it looks like fried egg yolks,
or, my gums draw blood faster than Picasso ever could-
Or I should take a note from George Washington and replace them with wood.
But I admire my ability to forget the past presidents who followed the first commander in chief,

and smile
at my vast and infinite reaction to the present
and all the while I'm cracking jokes. . . and my teeth.