LoBD

Can't eat or drink, can barely speak;
removal of my wisdom teeth.
The pressure pains and swollen veins,
again; I'm drained, becoming weak.

Headache throb, an injured jaw;
sore since all my teeth are gone.
Stitches hold my gums unfolded.
Eating solids through a straw.

I fit my tongue between the gaps,
perhaps, my gums become the map.
A road bestowed, the time elapsed,
alas, perhaps; the pain has passed
depends how long the drugs will last.

Can't smoke my weed, it hurts to eat,
taste only blood my mouth excretes.
Can't take the heat, if I could cheat;
those dentures looking mighty sweet.