"Dentist's Chair"
My best thoughts come to me in my dental chair.
I'm always looking for my best garbage over the sun.
Under the sun, nothing has been done.
Astrologers of long ago thought so.
Although the past didn't go.
No matter how fast, it was always slow.
If you don't understand this, join the show.
It took me seven years to mellow.
So stop and always grow.
Aces high, deuces low.
The elephant's mouth is missing a molar.
So I thought, under laughing gas in the dental chair.
Out came a wisdom tooth of mine.
A simple rhyme which came out of my time.
Jon Billet - 12.04.15
Dedicated To My Dental Group & The Dudette
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