Cool Puller

COOL PULLER

Have you heard of a gun?
The amalgam gun?
You poke it in the pot
And fire it at the band.
You don't hold it to your shoulder
You hold it in your hand.
You slip it in your cavity
Your way out cavity,
And pack it till it's solid gone man!

Then you push it and you shape it
Till it's oh so groovy
"chew real gentle",
And it comes up smoothly,
That's how I like it
I'm a real cool puller,
Long hair and shades
And my pockets get fuller
As I raise my gun.

It's all in the mind, this poem is about long haired Dental Students, and the symbolism is of holding up one's patients at "gun point" in order to make a living.