It’s hard to feel like flossing matters,
When the votes are in,
When they want you dead,
When they’re getting their way —

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Or like it matters
If I wash my hands an extra time,
Or pick my skin a bit,
Or shower a bit long.

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In a few months, we’ll see;
Maybe sooner, who knows?

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But for now, I’ll get my passport,
And consider making my birth certificate binary,
And wonder if I pass,

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And I’ll confess:
I didn’t floss last night —
But I did this morning,
And I’m drinking water,
And I'm checking in on friends,
And nothing is over yet.