Diane Hine - No Elegy for Plaster Teeth (Part 1) lyrics

Bony greying woman in a plaster-spattered coat Mixes stuff of which they're formed with mind afar-remote Pours the moulds, prepares their beds in fluffy little piles Therapists in pastel scrubs fly in and out with smiles. Schooled to their desired shape in template alginate Mallow soft to nougat hard, delivered, lives oblate White or pink, uniquely formed with pegs arrayed askew Four-percent neanderthal effects are coming through. 'Dog ate the retainer' states a form and gives her pause One way or another pesky canines are her cause Trims and shapes didactically, prepares them for the fray Pristine 'fore the onslaught, knows they'll barely last a day.