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Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? As it is, I am in Recruitment Which is itself a rollercoaster life Through the peaks and troughs of Hell For all my hard work I get a few scant rewards Which are like a few drops of water In the mighty Pacific Ocean And turn out to be as ephemeral As the life of a mayfly Just as I am dealing with all this My wisdom teeth decide to crash the party in style Bringing chaos and mass destruction From all sides The dentist takes one look at my mouth And confirms my worst fears The wretched wisdom teeth have to go There is no escaping it Moreover, it has to be a surgical extraction Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? On the D-Day My head is spinning madly My brain is on overdrive And I find concentrating on work more difficult Than even predicting the stock market However, to my pleasant surprise The surgeon is so calm and reassuring And the process is so smooth That is, apart from the pain induced by the anesthetic injection That I get a feeling as if all my troubles have ended However, I could not have been more wrong After a few hours The effects of the painkiller begin to wear off Slowly, but surely Eating food feels more awkward Than a conversation between a boy and a girl Who have just broken up And to cap it all Talking isn't exactly pain-free either I might've enjoyed a bit of rest today But come tomorrow, I need to get back to work Which involves a truckload of calls And as per the dentist I shouldn't talk too much However, as far as Recruitment is concerned There is no such thing as "too much" Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes?
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Jun 28, 2022
Jun 28, 2022 at 12:51 PM UTC
Why Does Trouble Always Have To Come In Twos And Threes?
Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? As it is, I am in Recruitment Which is itself a rollercoaster life Through the peaks and troughs of Hell For all my hard work I get a few scant rewards Which are like a few drops of water In the mighty Pacific Ocean And turn out to be as ephemeral As the life of a mayfly Just as I am dealing with all this My wisdom teeth decide to crash the party in style Bringing chaos and mass destruction From all sides The dentist takes one look at my mouth And confirms my worst fears The wretched wisdom teeth have to go There is no escaping it Moreover, it has to be a surgical extraction Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes? On the D-Day My head is spinning madly My brain is on overdrive And I find concentrating on work more difficult Than even predicting the stock market However, to my pleasant surprise The surgeon is so calm and reassuring And the process is so smooth That is, apart from the pain induced by the anesthetic injection That I get a feeling as if all my troubles have ended However, I could not have been more wrong After a few hours The effects of the painkiller begin to wear off Slowly, but surely Eating food feels more awkward Than a conversation between a boy and a girl Who have just broken up And to cap it all Talking isn't exactly pain-free either I might've enjoyed a bit of rest today But come tomorrow, I need to get back to work Which involves a truckload of calls And as per the dentist I shouldn't talk too much However, as far as Recruitment is concerned There is no such thing as "too much" Why does trouble always have to come in twos and threes?
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Oh wisdom teeth, why do you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you? It is thanks to you That my life has turned topsy-turvy You should never have been born For all you do, is cause pain Metaphorical as well as literal It was ten years ago When I was first advised by a dentist To finish you off I let it slide at that time And decided to give you a chance Four years later I was given the same suggestion By another dentist That too in a different city Yet again, I decided to spare you And four more years later History repeated itself Thus, you turned out to be luckier Than a cat with nine lives But you never made use of all that luck, did you? On the other hand You had the nerve To bite the hand That has been feeding you for so long Thus, I had no choice But to send you back to your Maker Where you truly belong Of course, you wouldn't surrender without a fight The anesthetic injection was painful enough But little did I expect That you would continue to haunt me Even after you were gone For good I had to take painkiller after painkiller And even that was not enough For monsters like you Who made sure That every meal was an ordeal by fire And so was every phone conversation Oh wisdom teeth, why do you hate me so much?
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Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 8:34 AM UTC
Oh Wisdom Teeth, Why Do You Hate Me So Much?