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The Dentist

Walking into the office, I should not feel antipathy towards the person that is trying to keep my mouth healthy. The dentist came in exuberant, ready to get started. I feel okay. Then I remember implacable flossing that they do to me. I am terrified. I hear the stentorian of the drill that they will put into my mouth to place a filling in. I hate them all. It may be an "infinitesimal" moment in my life but it sure does not feel like it now. They tell me I need to use this as an asset. I do not see it as such. They must sedate me now. I have to imbibe some nasty medication that tastes like a mixture of bubble gum and death. This could be the end of me, in ultimatum, blame the evil dentist. Know I died too early.