That minty sweet stuff
You polish and clean
Eradicate decay
With compounds of fluorine

Like toothpaste
You're a necessity
Each morning and night
You're so very important
For that toothy grin, wide and bright

Like toothpaste
You're squeezed tight
Swabbed and scrapped about
Against yellow enamel
Determined to white it out

Like toothpaste
You're medicine
More for an aesthetic cause
Caught between a hard place
And a locked jaw

Like toothpaste
One day, you're all but gone
And just like toothpaste
You wake to find
You have been replaced