There’s a starfish in my tooth he says,
A golden starfish nestling in the reef,
Infecting the coral and,
I’m in the deep blue ocean,
Among sea creatures,
Yellow and purple jellyfish,
Undulating in the current,
Stingrays swooping by,
Luminescent seaweed hanging over caves,
Like electric blue curtains,
At a tatoo parlour.
An octopus rakes the sea floor with a puff-adder,
And shoals of Zebra fish stop,
Long streams of impatient shark traffic,
For boisterous packs of anemone in school uniforms.
My dentist wields a wand.
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