From Here to Dentures

A few years ago
I got a tattoo.
And then I got another one about a year later.
People asked me,
"What will you do
if people don't hire you-
because of that?
Because of your tat?"
"Why spend your money
in that funny way?
What would God say?"
"What will happen when you're old and saggy,
'n' it doesn't look good cuz your skin is baggy?"

I told them that by that time
my eyes will be halfway into my head,
my boobs will be lower than my knees,
my "feminine figure"
will be a far-off joke that barely fits into a moomoo,
and my teeth will be in
the doorframe
of a certain fairy's castle.

And then it occurred to me:
The Toothfairy
pays us money for our teeth
so that later
we can buy
dentures!