toothache on Sunday
Don’t say it doesn’t hurt
just go down to the clinic on Fremont
where the 83 year old
dentist with the
rented drill hangs his hat.
Be there at 8AM and ask if he has
had a drink today.
He doesn’t care if you
pay today, so
ask if he can drill
a little carefully
(is he steady?).
Can he send you back
to the brick factory
intact?
Ask if he can pull the
offender out of line.
Make him press
the arrogant bastard up against the wall
and put a pistol to his head,
make him talk, and
threaten him like an aging
third world dictator
with a glass eye
and a case of syphilis.
…
Old dentist doesn’t take shit
from any offender
or so he says…
…
I say,
screw the orders
screw the old dentist
with his rented 1950’s drill
“give it a rest old man”
there’s no oil in that hole…
no gold in that mine
I’ll just kill the pain
with a stop at the Freeway Pub
I’ll tell them all
I have 97 more years left in me,
At least, so
they can’t stop me now…
…if it’s not one thing
it’s something else,
pain is good for the soul.
Ed's end of the planet books 
very creative poem ( as usual ). I enjoyed reading.
Glad you enjoyed it…I am cleaning off the hard drive on one of my laptops and I am finding lots of stuff like this that I wrote and then forgot about. Thanks again for reading, Pete!
we are all at the mercy of our teeth
We certainly are. This was written after a night of pure agony.