Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Bronze Star - 2,316 Points (October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Dentist - Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Hate the sound
of whirling drills
White coated techs
prepping for the thrill

The Dentist enters
light goes on
Open Wide
his only song

He probes and pulls
gum and cheeks
Taps the enamel
on the teeth

Starts to grind
the decay away
Asks the question,
'Root Canal today? '

Sure to leave
with a numbed up face
Don't forget the check
don't lick the empty space.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, July 29, 2011

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