Torturador

The molar is dead
Your will succumbs
Your desperation
Prevents you from facing
That oral torture professional
With the subtle injection

Listen and listen
To his simple version
Your fear, your pain
Don't matter to a professional
And his years of college
And his years of learning, with me

Open your mouth
See nothing in the light
And a dripping of terror

Dentist's mother
And the grill, a sad beginner
Confess, what's your toothpaste
Who gave it to you
Who sold it to you
He's not a regular guy

I'm going to send him to look for
He knows nothing about dental beauty.