I’m quite the patient, but then life must be a dentist

And every single second feels like it’s pulling teeth

Lamplight blinds me, and on the chair I’m strapped

But numbed with nitrous oxide, all I can do is laugh

Patching up the cavities that decomposed my chest

Instruments of metal put my endurance to the test

Life’s only fixing me up for a more permanent smile

But their procedural due hurts like hell all the while.

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