“The Dentist's Chair,” A new poem by Amy Zents

“The Dentist's Chair,”
A new poem by Amalia (Amy) Zents

"You may hate going there

What am I talkin' about?

The Dentist's Chair.

He has to look into dirty mouths

He pays years of high tuition, his road is rough.

She learns anatomy, physiology too

And then she earns her degree.

What has she gotten herself into?

The patients complain

Their teeth smell rotten;

Their kids all cry

She is soon forgotten.

Let's raise a glass

And thank the Dentist,

For dealing with society's

Densest!"