Chewing with your mouth open  (Flashy food)

Oh what fun it would be
to perform as a one man band
and in the final act
with some sleight of hand
give a glinting smile
and in a gasped crescendo
hiss an epitaph
to the forked tongues
of the serpents
who slip through the fray
to better witness this final spectacle
of a mans struggle
with the sharpness of his own words

look now, all who doubt
the pain that hides within your tongues
bear witness
but never speak
of the venom that seeps
from within the clenches
of sparkling smiles

let the sight fester
then force it down
the tale of a man
with a razor blade smile
would cut you in its telling