Do Dentists Go To Heaven? Poem by Mimie Durand

Do dentists go to heaven?
I am told they’re needed up there
To care for the saint’s and angel's teeth
They make partials by the pair.

I wonder if they really do
People mean can't be in heaven
They pull and pry and give shots by the dozen
My next tooth he’ll pull is number eleven.

His chair makes me feel so vulnerable
My mouth is full of cotton
He decides to ask me a question
He does it on purpose; he’s so rotten.

I can live without teeth
It’s better than the pain
I 'll chew with my gums
And will eat soft food; hard food I will refrain.