Hey misery mister

How's the root
canal.

Are you the root canal?

I can so see its
roots in you,

You promising acher
you.

There are times that
ate,

And porcelain chimes
that spun,

And the roots
revolved around anyone

that braved root
canals.

Now heighten the
profile of this root canal and chew!

Grind that tooth so
fatly capped!

Listen in the rustle
of this fetid clay and draw a weak pint

A first weak pint

of weak.

Later:

Hey

Blistering mister

How's the root
canal.

Are you the root canal?

I close a timid hand
about the roots, and so it around you.

We can observe a
crammed person ditching all:

Those times are
spinning, a dervish fats and whirls stunned

And the roots
reeeevvvollllve round anyone

That - Come On!

Clasp with both
hands the cortex yours and

press down the top canal.

Press on the middle
canal.

Press to the
subcanal.

Press on the root
canal and

Slide that sucker's
sick fuck edges till we squeal like would-be daddies.

And finally:

Hey rooted mister
mister canal mister canal

Gotta note that root
canal.

Are you the root canal?

Yes? Then

Open wide, let me
anchors up inside

All along all I
needed was an entryway to sail the drained.