From my mouth, to my ear, to my brain,
such unbearable, excruciating, pulsating pain.
A cavity, it’s all about,
your wisdom, said the dentist, we must pull out.
I am a strong man, if you are not aware,
but dentists, they scare me, I do declare!
The needles and drills on the side, looks intimidating,
enough to almost send me in a frenzy of fainting
“Open your mouth wide, you’ll just feel a prick”
“Oh my word, the needle is the size of an ice-pick!”
My mouth goes numb as I clutched my wife’s hand in a vice grip of panic.
This scary dentist makes me sick, sick, sick.
With a heave and a pull and a crack and a blood curdling cry,
My wisdom is out, the experience, almost enough to make me die.
“Spit in this bowl, if you have any dribble”
“Unge! Unge! Unge! ” is all my numb mouth can mumble.
I am now less of a whizz and more dumb!
Bereft am I of any wisdom!
One thought on “11. WISDOM-LESS”
This made me remember some painful memories >_<
but I love how relatable it is and the flow… like each line just flows into the other (as most of your poems) and it makes it fun to read.