In the chair
The paitient sits anticipating the pain he fidgets
Will it hurt he thinks to himself
As he eyeballs the drill that draws near his lips

Now frozen and puffed up to try to kill the pain
Near the drill draws near
Gripping the arm chair with fright anticipating
The pain

His palms sweating imobilised with frieght
Mouth open wide the glare of the intenece light beaming into his open eyes
The motion of the drill the burning water smell
The pain now intence as the speeding drill speeds up again

The water fills his mouth trying not to choke the nurse giggles with glee
As she clears his throat
This won't hurt she glares laughing with glee
Now unrelaxed his he

This is torture this he as to enjure
To have the perfect teeth he must enjure