At the Dentist's

At the dentist's
you are suddenly ashamed of yourself.

You don't possess the dexterity of the numerous equipment.
You haven't got a clue what they do to your teeth.
You desperately try to guess from their movements inside your mouth
What does what.

Your body is not as flexible as the chair you are sitting on.
Oh the chair.
Its not a chair.
Its an orgasmic arch.
And you get fucked in the mouth.
When you smell the gloves close
to your nose,
on the hand a half inside, a half out,
you feel cheated.
But you are happy they use rubber.


At the dentist's
your mouth is a traitor.
And you are stupid.