Pulling Teeth

Pulling Teeth for a tooth
Or should I take an eye?
Should I take a pound of flesh?
Or should I even try?

Revenge can come in the coldest dish you can find
Only because the past never stays behind

Divorces, abuses, the death of your love
The useless, the nameless, the challenging glove

The brutal pain of slap to the face
A reminder that yours may not be the best race

A march, a riot, luting in the streets
Monarchy to anarchy, playing without cletes

What you can think of, I'm sure I can top
Only because no one tells me when to stop

To live on, to die here, or to die down the road
To go on a binge or pay the debts I owe

These questions you can ask
You might want to ask one more
At the beginning of the poem
I was doing a little chore

I was pulling teeth for a tooth
Wondering if I should take an eye
Wondering if I should take a pound of flesh
And now i'm wondering why...

With all the questions that you have to ask...
Why aren't you pulling your teeth from stress of it all?