While brushing my teeth

It describes a situation in which we often find ourselves; when we are been criticised and find it hard to reply. You cannot talk while brushing your teeth

again the persistent wind blows

ushering in the advent

of creatures that bring low

and the terrible fangs they vent.

plague feeding on plaque

they are, their colour

as always; dirty black

offering a life with no honour.

climbing over fences

to disturb my peace

breaking through my defences

and slashing me with ease

i am looked upon as a loafer

as i slide down the ladder

many excuses did i offer

yet i am choked up by lather

insidously moving like beetles

invading my sacred cool

o,faster, faster bristles

come to my rescue.

sideways, rapidly i move

dribbling through the maze

praying for the time when

i'll regard this as just another haze

trying hard to see the light

of why people would rather

have me painted white,

when it is only an endless bother.

Author's Note

The poem is quite deep; u might have to read it 2 or 3 times to understand it