The Growth of Wisdom

The four corners inside my mouth burn
like someone took a hot fork and jabbed it in my mouth
causing an unbearable throbbing within.

I look in the mirror with my mouth open wide
and see the white mounds trying to escape from under the surface.
I curse them repeatitivly as tears come to my eyes,

No more candy or hard-shelled tacos
chips or callimarie
for the pain hurts too much

But i will be the one who laughs last
for I have the upper hand.
One phone call to Dr. Dave
will end the white mounds' reign.