Ode to Modern Dentistry

Into a mouth with a pick then a wince,

From mistake you just made will you then utter “rinse”

Always a “Hmm” and a “Haa” as the boss

You’ll ask us again “are you sure that you floss?”

On TV you tout

That Reach™ toothbrush is “Dandy”

But never advise us

To deep-six our candy

Those public health pawns

That you duped to your side

Who then foisted upon us

The scourge of Fluoride

But “its all in your head”

As the mercury’s rising

A Mad Hatter’s cackle

To fill in surmising

Yet the crowning achievement

That I’ll call banal

Is a toxic, necrotic and dead

Root canal

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