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Sheer Agony

Dental hygienist, I beg of you, please.
Desist from your torture! I’m down on my knees!
Your gum-slashing instruments cause me no pain,
But your well-meaning chit chat could drive me insane!
“So whatcha been up to? Been busy, I bet!
Got plans for the weekend? Do you have a pet?
You planning to go back to work when we’re done?
You seen any flicks? Were they oodles of fun?”
I’d rather be racked like some ancient ascetic.
Perform an extraction without anesthetic!
I’m not a weak dude, but I’m ready to cry.
Just shut the hell up, or at least let me die!

 

2 Comments

  1. Sergio wrote:

    Oh my, this is just the way I feel every time I go to the dentist or get a haircut.

    Saturday, October 6, 2012 at 12:16 pm | Permalink
  2. Paula Munro wrote:

    I’m changing dentists for that very reason! Don’t tell me they’re all like that!

    Wednesday, October 10, 2012 at 6:05 pm | Permalink

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