Kept reading it over and over, and was unhappy with it, so I decided to redo it. Here's the old version: http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=203252 And here's the new one: I wonder why we call them "wisdom" teeth. Vestigal structures crowd, impact, occlude, make mastication painful; often food like steak becomes a hazard to the mouth. Oh, bloody day! Extractions take their toll; You'll slurp potato soup. No straws! Suck gauze. Relief sought in a Hydrocodone haze, and packs of Sonic ice fall short. You'll still be numb from cheek to chin; cry out for Mom who'll barely recognize your puffy face. Soft tissue swells, dry sockets slow the pace of healing -- weeks of agony to come. I had the surgeon put mine in a jar so I could see them when I start to whine about the boss' temper or the swine who grabs my ass each time I pass his chair. I ask myself how does a long lunch line compare to plastic props that wretched my jaw? Do traffic-jams seem half as irksome now when oozing orfice memories remain? And this proves? I have waaay to much free time on my hands while I sit here and recover from my surgery.
