Floyd grew up in dark Detroit. br Father drunkard and annoyed, br mother worked for dental clinic br what she saw made her a cynic. br br Floyd was turning four that day, br to his uttermost dismay br mother took him to be seen br placed him near the Xray screen. br br Dentist came and brought a brush, br Floyd objected, Doc said 'hush', br smeared the fluoride on his teeth br Floyd cried 'stop it pretty pleeth'. br br Rinsed when finished and then spit br only Doc now had a fit, br Floyd had, unbeknownst to him br on a quite subconscious whim br br wet his pants and those of Doc br (he could pee around the clock) , br Doc exploded, yelled and hollered br Floyd got quite upset and swollered br br all the stuff he was to spit br mother swore that 'this is it ', br meaning punishment was due br soaked was also her new shoe. br br Lady Luck had been attending br this procedure which was ending br on a note so detrimental br what had been a simple, dental br br health improving small procedure br now had turned into a feature br that required major action. br Floyd had fainted, in a fraction br br of a second Doc was wise br he would not again arise br without drastic intervention br so they took him to detention br br in the place called I C U br where he first turned white then blue. br 'iodine, IV and bloods br plain films of the upper guts br br clear for shock, both paddles, hope', br Doc is young, and bright, can cope. br All the tricks that they employed br couldn't save our Fluoride Floyd.