2 Grand

Today I paid a visit to
a very nice young man
named Joe. He's very
very clever, with
his hands..don't ya
know. He applied
surgical gloves,
lay me down..I
opened wide for
him to run his
fingers around
my gums (this is
really quite
erotic!) Impression
s were made with some
smelly stuff inlaid.
My eyes starin wide
out into space..
Time for a rinse
with the pretty pink
shit, scrape the
remainder of filler
from my cheeks.
I thought I was
getting my brand
new dentures to
day but alas
I still gotta
wait a while
more. My gums
are so frickin
sore. £500 paid
taken off my
bill, will have
to sell my body
to science at
this rate!!
Another date
booked when
some more stuff
will be done..
more money to pay
along the way..
So for now I'll
just stay with
my gums rough
as hell,pot
holes where
food once
embed..like
daggers &
swords of
chewed up
food, where
my teeth
really should
not land when
my jaw hits
base. I cringe
when I eat, dig
my knife
in my seat..
eyes water
as I chew real
slow just
in case....
Blood splutters
out and down my
chin, tears
gather speed
as I choke
back all that
I first had
feared. £500
more next time
I happen to
call ~ to see
that nice young
man called Joe.