We pay dentists to shave down our canines
nice and flush with the others
to help us dress up
and play humanists.
It's vain but honest.
They're such savage looking teeth.
And who needs canines anyway
when we have blow guns of chrome
Powered by powder more forcful than our little jaws
To project shards of metal designed to tear far deeper
Than our quaint little teeth.
Caru Cadoc is the lyricist for the Pseudosufis. His work has appeared in Dead Flowers,The Boiler, MAKE, Jersey Devil Press, Word Catalyst and Storyglossia.