I was born toothless,
The freedom of being tore through my body,
And even though I cannot remember it,
I know that I never complained -
For there was no-one to complain.
Then one day,
My first tooth!
From thay day until now I have used my teeth well;
Ceaslessly cutting and grinding, biting and holding.
My jaw never sleeps,
For there is always something else to be chewed into shape:
God or the Devil I beg you,
Please let me die toothless.