Tooth Mechanic Poem by George Hunter

There was a man from Atlantic
Who went to a tooth mechanic
Said, I hate all this fillin’
And all of this drillin’
It puts me into a panic.

Doc said I needed an extraction
To get any satisfaction.
I knew it was witless
But it just scared me shitless
To think of that kind of action

I had to take his recommendation
In spite of my trepidation.
I knew I was blind
It was all in my mind
And that’s not an exaggeration.

So he gave me a shot of novocaine
Before I went outta my brain
He yanked that tooth out
Before I could shout
And I wasn’t feelin’ no pain.

Now I’m feeling much better by far
And I got into my car.
To calm my fears
I’ll have a few beers
At the rail of the nearest bar.