Patient:
In the middle of the night I awake,
Not to shake-and-bake but to maybe take
A moment to reslake
My thirst for life increasing.
All this trenchant people-pleasing
Had me down in such a way,
I cannot relay, convey or replay
That most important thing to say.
Psychologist:
Well, okay. I think we’re done.
You no longer need my aid.
Being your ear has been much fun.
I hope I made the grade.
Patient:
Yes, you did, Doc. And then some.
And your winsome approach was awesome!
I can only hope to maintain
Some condition as plain
And devoid of excitement
As is pain remote from delightment.
- Author: ModernBard ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2022 08:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
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