Abandon Hope All ye Who Enter

I was actually looking fir the poem by Ogden Nash, which describes exactly what I was feeling...but I coulnd't find it... so I'm going to write a poem of my own...it isn't deep, or particularly meaningful...or even very good as satirical poetry goes...but I'm in the mood to write a lot of crap.

A hastily made appointment
Far too early in the morning to be legal.
Hours of apprehensive waiting,
A growing sickness in the stomach.

At last the call to come in.
Mustering up all my courage,
Not to bolt for the door to freedom,
I enter the portals of Doom.

I sit upon the deceptively comfortable chair,
Like a fly baited by the Venus Fly-trap,
And a bright, blinding light shines into my eyes,
"Am I dead and gone to Heaven?"

And the rumbling of the machine starts,
And something prods at my gums.
Not heaven then,
It hurts too much.

And my teeth are scrubbed and scraped,
And they feel raw and peeled when its done,
And I can feel parts of my mouth,
That I never even knew existed ,with my tongue.

"You must come after four months",he says,
After the ordeal is done.
And I nod and force a smile,
And pray "God, never again"