I suck upon this lump, this errant growth
As if it were a sweet or tooth unbroke
It cannot be removed but will it die
Ot getting spiteful ,will it multiply?
I suck on it though never on my thumb
Being deprived by mouth will make me dumb
It’s cheaper than a cigarette or sweet
Next I’ll be a cannibal,my meat,
I suck it hoping I can make it die
And then the world will feel much less awry
I want back my own mouth as a clear space
Not this horrid monster of disgrace
Yet how divert my self from its own thoughts
Feeling toothless, humour can’t be bought