Barkeater Lake by Corey Pandolph for October 28, 2019
Transcript:
Poor, poor toothbrush... Precariously perched upon the porcelain precipice... Each morning & night, I press your plastic pricklies into my plentiful plaque. And when I've finished preening my precious pearlies I push onward, leaving you to ponder your pitiful plight.
Think toothbrushes don’t have feelings? Ask one sometime—quietly.