My Dentist

My dentist... He is a great man. With his hair so white, And mind so sage. He keeps dental records, Of the smiles I have faked, Which teeth of mine have ached, Where my cavities lie, And how many lies I have stuttered. He pulls words out of my mouth, Metaphors I have never dared to write, Secrets I have never bared By keeping my teeth clenched for too long, Opinions I have murdered By biting my tongue. "I'll double the dose so you won't feel the pain!" he says, With a professional smile on his face. Ah! But Doctor, I always feel the pain. I wish life was as simple as a minor toothache.