Heavy is the crown
That sits upon my tooth.
Temporary it may be,
But my tooth has a decree:
"Verily, this land will be cleansed!
Brushed with mint scented clouds,
Washed in blue floods of rain,
And ropes dragged through the streets!"
I acquiesce to his demands,
As I prefer a single monarch
With only a single crown.
– SR Romney 2025
I’ve got too many cavities
That need to be filled
So I seek a professional
Who will give them a drill
He’ll help make me numb
So I don’t feel a thing
And he’ll give me the gas
So my thoughts can take wing
And I’ll laugh as he works
As he drills the holes wide
As my mind disappears
He puts metal inside
When he is finished
And I’m no longer numb
I may feel less empty
But I’ll never be done
– Shaman Romney 2017
Shame on The Universe 