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