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May 2019
This won't hurt
the dentist said

I trusted him

He said it wouldn't take long

I said I only got half hour


Two hour later 

he was still drilling away


The pain was excruciating
 
There was blood everywhere

.
He kept saying

You got deep roots

I said I know my ancestors

From years ago



Nearly there

He said an hour ago,

A root canal

It must of been a lake



The nurse was laughing

She was playing 
games on her phone,

She was only there for the gas

I wish I had some



Nearly done

As he puts his feet on my chest,

It need to come out

I wished
 
Then I passed out

© David Neil Irvin
Written by
David Irvin  57/M/Essex
(57/M/Essex)   
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