National Flossing Day

I’d rather have it in my belly than wedged in my gums.

Even if my gut bubbles like a core of marching drums.

I’ll take a mound of undigested popcorn deep down below.

Over an unbudging kernel with a dissolution so slow.

I’ll even take my chances with a small strand of gristle.

Than let it take flight as a butt-projected brown missile.