Porcelain Teeth
Ya lied to me, through them porcelain teeth. You spoke your peace, it was a real piece of shit from the toilet seat. Before I came in, your teeth were chattering from the emptiness of your establishment. Since i’ve walked through them doors, you ain’t stopped chit chatting me around like you run these ropes. I swear you didn’t stop until your jaw gave up and in came the jack to give a good wind up to start back up. Feeling almighty and naive today I see, the fresh set ain’t clink off the sink when scooping up the vitamins with the nostril it seems. This problem could get solved very easily but you live by belief, one that makes you believe you are above me. All I wanted was some cheap furniture from a dying furniture store. I got too much pride these days to settle on furniture from the side of the road. Years ago, I was with the toads and that route was the only way to go. Ya fucked with the wrong one mister, got punched in the mouth the other day and i’m taking this dead tooth to the grave. The audacity of quadruple charging me on something that was closer to being free. No need to act all tough when you are fragile like a mirror or a figurine, you don’t even help customers with the furniture moving. I’ll stuff mister vase face in a pull out sofa, the lights of this place will go off and the milk in the coffee mug will go bad before a welfare check kicks in. You know it’s a shit show when the antique shops gone run you out of town. I’ve must have walked into the wrong one, I thought these furniture stores were mob runned and I wanted to pay my respects. I ain’t seen no mob in person, only in the movies like the native americans. Those Dentist must have only put in the gates without the rest of the fence with the looks of this scheme your pulling. You got to be related to them or had to have gotten your sales tactics from them. You should have asked for a refund instead of trying to give him more money, them chompers shaped more like Gumby. I understand the vision you were going for, setting a new standard of talking shit but your wallet couldn’t cash them checks. I’m riled up like a toro but I don’t see red, those porcelain teeth looking like a fine china shop to me. You spoke your peace like a chief before puffing the pipe, with full certainty. I just wanted some furniture for my empty apartment. Even people who do yoga have chairs, tables, and sofas at home. It’s all empty but not including the chair that sits, people before me left it there and I don’t like how it looks at me. It looks at me kinda like how you looked at me when I walked in, with a tweed mustard suit. You can have this chair for my money back and the furniture that you still owe me. Way better deal than those set of buck teeth. You have to admit whether it was an actual dentist that did that or the guy that does the flooring around here. I don’t know you that well but I can tell by the sighs and the way this place is ran, you are a shell of a man you once were. Stop licking your teeth when talking to me, those china whites must be two gram flavored. You oughta get out of this sinking ship, out of this industry. I can see it all now, acres of land all to yourself in some place where no one has to see you smile!