The Dentist Insurgency

Today I underwent my annual mouth-bleeding at the dentist (of course if only I flossed more [perhaps 3-5 times per day?] my gums would possess no blood) and had an interesting revelation.  In the context of the dentist’s office, my tongue acts as a freedom fighter, stubbornly disrupting the goals of torture and humiliation that the dentist inflicts upon my mouth.  It seems that, despite any attempt I have to control my tongue from unleashing its fury, it consistently gets in the way of the dentists work.  Deep down I applaud my tongue for standing up and fighting the good fight.

Oh, and no cavities.