Went to the dentist, now I’ve one tooth less
It was dead anyway, grey and painful
Because above it was trapped an abscess
The dentist used all of his strength to pull
My dead tooth out that with filling was full
And therefore brittle. Spittle, metal, blood
Filled my mouth, till the loose tooth popped, to roll
Down to my throat, choking me if it could
But I coughed it up, praised the dentist’s good
Work, then went to work myself (be impressed!)
Spitting blood on the way; maybe a fool
To do so, but guilt couldn’t be withstood
After three days off last week. Mouth’s a mess,
All dried blood and a clot that just won’t heal
Mon 26 Jan 2009
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