Four Fingers. Good Luck With The Surgery. Wisdom Teeth. Zeneszám

How can four teeth, cause so much damage,
to my perfect mouth, years of braces.
So much money, for oral surgery,
I think I might, cut them out myself.
Infection rising, gums reddening,
I?ve lost five pounds, eating hurts too much.
Razor blades slashing, pliers prying,
Blood pooling in my throat, I hope I choke.

Never in my life have I felt such pain
Other than that time my heart was mending
Take some pills, numb it all
Have a nice summer, see you this fall.