Read the Toothpaste David Angel The telios of a human being Perfect beyond perfectionism Not everyone is what they seem To see beyond your wildest dreams Everything you need to know Is never found in tea leaves, man Sometimes we read rooibos and weep I devised a better plan No spells or incantations Tarot cards or horoscopes Palm readers or psychic clowns To tell you what is going down All you need‘s a hidden camera Aimed down at the bathroom sink Watch his habits with his tube Not that one, the toothpaste, rube! The same applies to girly girls Every female in the world Beneath the skirt of appearances See how mauled her toothpaste is Is it squeezed to holy Hell? Green Crest crud ancient on the nozzle No cap is always a good tell Bad juju, press your luck, no mazel Then there is the girl who Always squeezes from the end Rolls the tube up nice and neat Not just to impress her friends She rolls it up, that’s how she rolls This one is sweet as Tootsie rolls You know, she brushes twice a day Three times probably, four some days Sweet breath smells like Pepsodent Nice package, never a loose end Marry this one if you dare She wears Tommy John underwear Copyright ©️ 2025, David Angel, All Rights Reserved Cici - Did Tommy John pay you for this? Angel - Good idea! Cici - My toothpaste is one of those plastic tubes that don't fold, you just squeeze it out... See?
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