shudder...
You may get the gist of how I
Might howl by my cheeks and jowls
As I am drilled and filled and
Rasped and scraped as I sit
In the well padded chair.
I might take on my surroundings though.
Turn stainless and steel
And might become extremely sheeny
As I become more gleaming and raw
Maybe.
As I say to the gloved hands
From the chair as I sit there
Each time-
The mouth is Gods fatal design flaw.
Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-08-16 at 00:59
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The Padded Chair.
If I say "dentist"You may get the gist of how I
Might howl by my cheeks and jowls
As I am drilled and filled and
Rasped and scraped as I sit
In the well padded chair.
I might take on my surroundings though.
Turn stainless and steel
And might become extremely sheeny
As I become more gleaming and raw
Maybe.
As I say to the gloved hands
From the chair as I sit there
Each time-
The mouth is Gods fatal design flaw.
Poetry by limber junctionson
Read 712 times
Written on 2008-08-16 at 00:59
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