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Pound of flesh

When I was a kid dentist over drilled,

Over filled,

Over charged,

However when they took a tooth,

Now riddled with holes from murdering the tooth,

Freaking the kid out,

Some of those minsters of my youth in Iowa and Wisconsin under medicated for pain,

At least they re-exrayed they wanted all the tooth,

That tooth became the mobster,

The dentist at least in his mind the hero,

When I had my upper teeth pulled around 2011 accuracy flew like a shoe out the proverbial window,

No post exrays were taken,

At a hundred and seventy-five a tooth I told ‘if am thing rises come back!’

I foolishly asked’Will you then pull the rest of the tooth for free?’

I was smiled at that shouted ‘Stupid!

Well where both my front were tooth is poking through,

Praire du Chine, Wisconsin,

Theres a physical reason I’d rather bleed to death then visit a person that saw my pain enjoyable,

With new Medicare plan I can get my upper plate looked at,

But I trust no man,

No one who takes so little care with my mouth or my wallet,


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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