Wisdom

Oh he's erupted, that is for sure
his presence alone has rendered me dour
the rooted animosity he continually brings
his dull aching persistence, it bites and it stings
in my ear and in my jaw, reverberates in bone
I lie away my nights with sweat and groan
sitting, cursing, somnambulism at four in the morning
knocking back med after pill ignoring the warning

fantasy numbness, toying with hammers
scratching with raw nails, respite from the clamours
holding my face, moaning frustration
finger in mouth, try to stem the sensation

I'm worn and beaten by this eight week stunt
To the dentist, for extraction, you enamelled little cunt