I am not sad to say
But I cannot do this another day
This filthy job is not for me
Please find it in your heart to agree

Put me down and walk away
I can no longer fight this decay
If I had a nose the smell would make me gag
If I had arms, I would wave a white flag

This job tends to depress
I wish you would see your DDS
Oh what’s the use I cannot fight
My only job is to make you white

(As seen through the eyes of a toothbrush fighting the war we call “Morning Breath”)