NITROUS

 

Into the dentist’s chair,

But I needn’t despair,

For they bringeth the nosegas,

Slow at first, but alas!

 

Thar she blows!

 

Are those my balls tingling?

Is that my mind jingling?

I’m flying, yet sitting still,

Do to me what you will!

 

Just let that nitrous flow!

 

Turn it to eleven as they say,

I want to be like needle in hay,

Lost to the world, to the pain,

Who cares about sizzling my brain ...

 

I don’t want to know!

 

I don’t want to care!

 

Just make the shit flow!

 

O rarefied air ...

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