My friend visited a therapist
because she had
the overwhelming urge to kill herself
every day for six months
she walked in willing just to talk
every week, same day same hour
finally
the shrink said
“you’re cured”
he presented his bill
and my friend killed herself.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Humor
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The bill will do that. They do say that death is the ultimate cure. A fun read my friend, made me smile even though a bit grim
🤣 t'hank you dearest sorrenbarret satire my friend it's supposed to create reaction. 💜
You are most welcome and indeed it does
Fun write Teddy and it could be so true.
Andy
I don't know I can't afford one lol 🌹
Teddy, this speaks to something that has always unsettled me...the gap that can exist between outward measures of success and what is actually happening inside a person. The poem takes that idea and drives it home with ruthless efficiency. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Shrinks cost too much! lol I really need one right now but are above my limits!!! It's therapy making fun of them instead. 🌹
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