His is a world of zissing menace
Megadeath of teeth,
His own crooked-tooth; crass man smile
Hints at contours of cruel decay
'Open wide' - and he's in.
Despot of the dentine, he'll
Find detox in a deranged needle
With a titanium twist of malice
On a molar demolition crusade
His heavy perfume of gauze, or
Whisky hard breath
Face like a gecko.
Eyeballs dripping bloodlust
Like saliva from a demoniac dog.
His is a surgery of nauseating bright light
A practice for perversion
He's ready to floss with sandpaper
Pluck plaque with rusty pliers.
No certificate bears his name.
In the waiting room
The open window gapes in
Gasps of cold air on the shadowed faces:
'Next please!'
