Yes; it fits so seamlessly in my mouth,
like an old winter coat, it has contoured to its self
to every intricate curve and crater.

I feel it grinding each tooth to near decay.
I can taste it on every bud; bitter and sweet at once.
It is friendlier to my lips then any lover of recall.

Am I going to get out of bed today? Will I go to work?
Will i eat? Will I ever talk to YOU again?
Will l live once more? Will I fight this oppression?

Yes, a thousand times yes,
because that is who I am;
I am a yes man!