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i have to get braces soon,
so i decided to expel my anxiety and anger
through a “catchy” poem

that dastardly dentist deems my death
sticking needles in my mouth as i take my last breath
i pray in my head as i wish to be dead
but instead, they take teeth from my head

i lounge in this chair as i stare at the light
it’s much too bright, but it’s better a sight
than the face of a dentist as they poke at a tooth
but they gave me a gel that’s supposed to sooth

so they send me away, drunk on drugs and laughing gas
but my time at the dentist has not come to pass
in two weeks i’ve go to go to fix my crooked smile
i wish they had lied and said “oh, not for a while

i wish they had lied, but…

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