I hope I don't become one of those people
Who's teeth have rotted out of their mouths
And shuffle their partials around as they eat,
Wondering why I didn't take better care of
The ones I had growing up.
I hope I don't have to become a door-to-door salesman
Having to extend my vocabulary for people
That won't even have the decency to open
The door and say they aren't interested
And stop me from standing at their stoop like a fool.
I hope I don't need the assistance of the government
While just buying a loaf of bread and some milk,
And be forced to use a little blue card at checkout
While the cashier probably judges me for having to
Remember my pin number and not take out my wallet.
I hope I don't grow any bumps in my brain,
Especially in my brain, and have to either have
People split me open and vacuum them out or
Have them stay in me and slowly destroy me
Headache after headache after headache.
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