The dentist

I hate going to the dentist,
In fear of that stupid drill,
Not the drill,but the man who holds it,
I mean he really has no skill.

And what about the lady,
Who stabs and pokes your teeth,
It's almost like she's trying,
To see whats underneath.

Then she has the nerve,
To say oh look your bleeding,
Lady are you almost finished?
Like what's with this proceeding?

Then comes the constant complaining,
Don't you brush or floss?
"Yes every night I do ",
"Don't you lie to me I'm the boss".

Then the torture is finally over,
And boy are your teeth sore,
The dentist says "we'll see you six months from now,
So we can poke your teeth some more".