Ode to Gold Teeth

o gold gate of my grandpa’s holler
o sweet midus touch of his blues hum
o honey metal which framed his prayers
o crowns that crowned his crowns
made him king when he smiled
made even his vomit expensive
o gangster grill before gangsta grillz
marked my granddaddy OG of the gin
sermon and front porch tabernacle
made everything he said sound like
gold rimmed bible, or gold rimmed tires
gangsta white walls, TV antennas
cross the back of your legs talk smart
even his punishments sparkled
o gold