Dentist

Dentist

My teeth hurt like hell.
Novocaine don’t work.
Gimme some of that gas, like they used to.

Wipe off that dentist smirk.

Yes, I know you’re in charge.
I know you’re the boss.
I know you’re the Man-with-the-Plan.

The twerp with complementary floss.

I’ll see you in the parking lot.
After work when no one’s there.
I’ll introduce you to how pain works.

Fear and submission lain bare.

You’ll ask me not to hurt you.
And I won’t, not much, of course.
But a little bit of pain, a little bit of fear
And,

Not an infinitesimal speck of remorse.


-par
3 2010