The Dentist

If I was the dentist
I would take such pleasure
pulling the bad teeth
those numb little stumps
right out
of other people’s heads

With a smile and some amusing tale
I’d talk to them so calmly
then slip into their mouths
and rip those unfeeling pegs
right out
of other people’s heads

If I was the dentist
I’d reach down
and pluck those dead bones
those unloved chewers
right out
of other people’s skulls

And what’s to say
your God’s not like me
and what’s to say
He doesn’t eye me
with the same contempt
the same criteria

And what’s to say
He doesn’t dream
of someday soon
whipping me out
of his over-crowded mouth

If I was the dentist
I would waste no time
pulling the bad teeth
those hollow, worthless juts
of rotten bone
right out
of other people’s mouths…

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