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Dentist finds it thrilling to excise decay he’s drilling; can’t nothing beat the feeling of removing carie villains.

Dentist is a man who for purification takes a stand, with Novocain shot in hand, he plies his painless brand.

Open up and let him in, he’ll remove evidence of our chewed sins. He’ll let us begin again with refreshed pearliest of white grins.

We’ve been slacking in our habits, seems our world is turning rabid, and the treats we’ve been consuming ancient curses are exhuming.

Building walls and drawing lines tween us and excremental kinds; we know we’re the finer find, leave others far behind.

As we drink deep the petrol that’s turned our landscape spectral once more phantasms of our past have regained the reins at last and into discord we advance with those without repast.

No breaking bread, no sharing mead, quantify as different breed, those that work to fulfill our needs as we fail even to accede to acknowledge their woeful pleas.

Eight men have the same net-worth as half the inhabitants of planet earth. How much is just accident of birth? Darkest irony knows no dearth.

Folks that we’ve been using to synergize our upward fusion get tired of their abusing and equal paths they now are choosing.

Status quo and rights of kings are such temperamental things, too oft takes bloodletting for liberty to ring; mirrors can be the damnedest thing.

The smiles that were plastered like gleaming teeth of alabaster on our servants wishing to be our masters is unmitigated disaster.

What goes up must come down, plenty of flotsam to go round, our smiles have turned to frowns; this madness sorely confounds.

It may seem the end is near, account of common sense is in arrears, but dentist can calm our fears if we lend him mouths and ears.

A few jaws they may get broken but that’s just a tiny token of the change that is provoking all the dread that’s being spoken.

Dentist with his drill will service our mandibles and repairs he will fulfill but results they may not thrill; all these cares make me feel ill.

For we’ve been living on the treacle of a system far from equal and it’s now time for the sequel; fear much of what we’ve consumed is fecal.

Dentist finds it thrilling to excise decay he’s drilling; can’t nothing beat the feeling of removing carie villains.

Dentist is a man who for purification takes a stand, with Novocain shot in hand, he plies his painless brand.

Open up and let him, in he’ll remove evidence of our chewed sins. He’ll let us begin again with refreshed pearliest of white grins.

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