Dentist Visit – The Fantasy

The outer office was respectfully somber,
My nails bled through my fist,
For I had finally relented,
And gone to the dentist.
I could feel half a tooth was missing,
God knows where it went,
My gums were bleeding when I brushed,
And my palate felt so bent.
I had angered the Oral Gods,
Not good, is it?
For it had been seven years,
Since my last dental visit.
The dentist smiled his wolfish smile,
Sparkling without compare,
Then he looked me up and down,
And offered me the chair.
His assistant bent over me too,
Their groan caused me consternation,
They seemed so preoccupied,
With such supreme concentration.
He poked and then he prodded,
She handed him all manner of Hell,
He smiled his grimace and remarked,
“All seems perfectly well.
You have a tooth that’s never grown,
That happens quite a bit,
And by the looks of your mouth,
You’re stressed more than just a bit.
Your bottom teeth are being ground away,
Before you say a peep,
You must carry significant stress,
And grind them in your sleep.
We can make you a device,
That won’t let the grinding start,
Put it in as you go to bed,
And it’ll keep your teeth apart.
Oh, and with this health care card,
That you’ve been able to bring,
I’ll charge you in a special way,
So you don’t pay a thing.”
I blundered from the office,
My mind simply frozen and stuck,
On one single, repetitive phrase,
Being, “What the …”