There are these
Two little
Bumps
On the roof of my mouth
I'm thinking of nicknames for them
Until I ask a doctor
For some better ones
If I have to get the roof of my mouth
Removed
I would spend all day
Trying to stick my tongue through my nostrils
And memories from my brain
Would rain down onto my pallet

Thought for food

Maybe the bumps
Will disappear
Before next monday
When I told myself I'd see a doctor
Like the internet said I should
And my mouth will stay sheltered
And I'll keep smoking
And I'll keep worrying
About all the other things