All those fecking white teeth
On the screen, obscene, even
Before you listen to the words
So absurd they make me laugh
And then there's the sin-cerity
Of the rich in the twenty-first century
Their appropriateness gets me right
Here, in the teeth, tho mine
Are full of fillings and crowns.
Go fuck the appropriate-ness
Of a woke pretence at a sixth
Sense. The extraordinary
Ordinariness of a life lived,
A death met,  
a forgetful duet, of happy regret,
s'enough for me.