Look on the Bright Side

In a costly leather chair, I must accept my fate.

TV on the ceiling blaring; I sit here and wait.

Mom was right to tell me young to always floss and brush,

even if I haven’t slept and shower in a rush!

But I didn’t listen, so I sit and pay my dues,

leaving with a new toothbrush I know I’ll I never use….

Sure, I’m grateful you will give me shots of Novacaine,

nine or so to make me numb, to disregard my pain.

But what really makes me happy while you work a drill

is nitrous oxide from a tank. Just put it on my bill.

I’m already sending money till the day I die.

I could try to do without, but it makes time fly by!

Put a tiny mask around my nose, and make it tight!

Then I’ll open up my mouth, submit without a fight.

Take your evil instruments wrought from a horror flick,

then scrape and jab my teeth and gums with that big metal pick.

Blast me with that awful drill until I smell tooth burns,

while you work away and think “That girl! She never learns!”

Go ahead, while you’re up there, and set my hair aflame.

I will sit here patiently and won’t know you’re to blame.

Thanks for being liberal when turning up the gas.

I can easily remember that this, too, shall pass.

And for all the torture you’ve inflicted for today,

I will smile and thank you. Then I’ll pay! Pay! Pay!

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