Talking to myself when i get a toothache

A giant invades
my cavity

"Why
are you here?"

I ask
but he returns only silence.

Still,
he wore a nice suit, and

my cavity
isn't so big that
you expect people to dress-up for visit.

"Anyways,
thanks for coming,"
I say.

The giant looks at me
with rowdy green eyes
and thick chewy teeth
for long enough to make me
uncomfortable down to my kneeballs.

"Whatever,"
I say,"Whatever."

Abruptly he breaks
the silence, "Anyplace to sit
here, Maggot?"

I point at the pile of flotsam
washed up from some other part
of my wasted life.

He rubs his enormous hands
together and grunts a resonant deep
unholy grunt full of oatmeal and brownsugar

then throws his ass down
on the pile and starts to sing
some sea chantey I could have lived
my whole life without hearing

"you know,
you have a problem,"
he mutters.

I look right at him.

A biting grin
cast across his face like a shadow
then

"Oh, not me,
I'm wearing Armani -- nothing in Armani can ever be
the problem. Sorry, but that's just a fact

your problem is bigger than me,"
he laughs.

"You don't give a shit about yourself,
is what I'm saying," he says.

I look at him.

He scratches himself
and it should be obscene
but he's in an Armani suit
so, instead

it looks dignified.

"Look at yourself, Maggot.
you're nothing
you're nobody
and you never will be.

You could get this cavity filled
by some sap in a white jacket

but in the end,
the real cavity..."

he stabs his meaty thumb
into my sternum

"the real cavity...
that's not going away."

He sighs.

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask,
"If there's no way to fix it,
if it's such a lost cause,
why come to unfilled cavity
sit down
and mock me into oblivion."

He shakes his head left
then right,

"You're so stupid," he says,
"are you dead?"

"No."

"Then

there is hope, Maggot."