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Trip to the Dentist

White coat, blue mask, optical
eye staring intently at me as I sat,
motionless.
Sterilized instruments of torture gleamed
at me in the pristine tray.
Numbed, knowing I was losing
a little more of myself,
I was helpless as this seemingly
normal human
was transformed into this sick, twisted,
sadistic torturer. Taking pleasure in the
misery of others. Push, twist, pinch, wedge,
pull … oops, it broke! Let me know if
you feel something sharp.
Pick, poke, prod, there. I think I got it all.
You may be sore for a couple
of days. Take aspirin or ibuprophen if
it gets bad (aspirin? Is he kidding?).
Two days later and I want my daughter
to smack my face with a baseball
bat.
I have found a new enemy … and his name is
Dentist!


In real life, I love my dentist. Just some sarcastic fun.
Please don't replace my Novocaine with water!! 
Tony

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