The Five Stages of Teeth Grief

I clutch my maw,

For goodness sake,

A blinding white hot light.

Within my jaw,

Severe toothache,

Has now become my plight.

Leave me alone,

Can't pay the cost,

This was not in my plan.

Let out a groan,

I must accost

The 'drill my teeth out' man.

He takes a peek

And shakes his head,

I know this is bad news.

Things do look bleak,

I'm filled with dread,

I have the shit teeth blues.

For all my life

I've had this pain.

My teeth rot out for fun.

And now with rife

To keep me sane,

I have to get this done.

A procedure

I now must wait,

I suffer all the while.

I'm now eager

And filled with hate,

Taking pill by the pile.

My wife and mom

Do what they can,

Sights for sore eyes I see.

Drugs in my palm

Become my plan.

They go and fetch for me.

I hang on tight,

Sleep when I can,

I fight this waiting game.

When I'm alright,

I always plan

Freezer meals in my name.

The afternoon

Of next suns rise,

I've come to meet my fate.

To find my boon

And stop the cries,

I want to set things straight.

The pills I take

Now make me sick,

And out my throat comes bile.

But what's at stake,

Agony thick,

Is far worse by a mile.

Appointment comes,

I'm on the run,

Not a second too soon.

I've taken tums,

Lets get this done.

Finish this ugly tune.

They are fast,

Its over quick.

I'm thankful to move on.

Finished at last,

But one last trick

Before I'm done and gone.

Now comes the scare,

My time to pay,

And yes it does look bleak.

It feels unfair

To hear them say

“We'll see you in 2 weeks".