Many brains said they all full of noble
Back from golden dawn of our ancestor
Turns out, they’re like Russian in Chernobyl
Put a label, being the corruptor
Writing a scenario to smother
Scattering decades of an arrangement
Yet they still arise among the other
Ready and waiting for the right moment
Every person should lit the red alert
Instead of spending precious time to grit
And resulting a stubborn discomfort
Oh wait, am I really describing teeth?
Is this poem about teeth demolition?
Or looking at our mad politician?
Malang, 11 February 2020