Dental Office from Outer Space

A Poem for Two Voices:

One:
In the office
is
a space chair
hygienist
and computer on pedestal.
Two:
(It does close-ups and enlargements!)
(It graphed my gums from 1 to 4; #4 being too tender)

One:
“Floss 3x a day
Gargle with baking soda.”
“Here’s a prescription for toothpaste.”
Two
“Here’s a sample of floss and toothpaste”

One:
“Six thousand dollars to replace old filings and crowns!”
Two:
“They’re too old.
See decay here below the crown!”

One:
“Wait! Eeeek!
Need to tweek
the budget!
And the dental plan.
Two:
Teeth are not my only asset!
Bites and bits both vie for time!
Each gets his share down here on earth
“So he gets his and I keep mine!

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