I’m brushing fluoride on my teeth
     And thinking of my favorite hygienist who gave it to me –
     I like her because she let me escape before the dentist came
     With a TED talk about chipping out my silver fillings
     And replacing them with her new car I mean crowns 
     I don’t believe in looking for trouble and my hygienist knows
     Unless they hurt me, I will leave them alone and that’s fair

     Then I think of my grandmother and the Alzheimer’s
     And the fluoride – for a minute I consider Ramifications but
     She didn’t have anyone painting fluoride on her teeth
     And still was not spared and how again maybe
     I should not go looking for troublesome things to worry about
     And how the hygienist whose name I should know by now said
Paint it on at night and sleep. It’ll brush off in the morning.