Really Hate, I Mean Really At My Gate!

This one is more Pat than the cat but I agree with him at my mat, so the cat can rant away about that nasty bay. One look at that medieval death trap of a place and they would suffer my claw embrace.

Sit in a chair,
Hearing humans blare.
Like torture is upon them,
Spitting lots of flem.

Sure isn't a thrill,
When out comes the drill.
Burrowing into your mind,
I wonder what they will find?

But then some sucky thing,
Can be heard beginning to sing.
Know where they can shove that,
At their torture mat.

When out comes the needle,
I want to use you as a treadle.
Stick my foot in your face,
Leaving an imprint to trace.

Then you try and talk,
As above me you gawk?
Really? What is with that?
Want me to hit you with a bat?

Scrape me once more,
And there will be no encore.
I'll bite down hard.
You'll be a four fingered bard.

And with your poison crap,
I'll blow you off the map.
Take that and shove it,
Your fluoride shit.

Have you guessed yet?
Are you on to the pet?
Not just yet?
Don't fret.

For they charge a ton.
For their torture fun.
Even giving you a smile,
That seems so vile.

But if your a kid,
You get a sticker of a squid.
Or maybe some wax string.
My, don't you feel like a king?

Guess half way through? I know for a few it is true. Hate that evil dentist place. Not sure a single person alive likes such an embrace. Thankfully no pain though, except parting with the dough. And I said I would bite if fluoride came into my sight. That was well and crass so they kept that away from my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.