Poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Theraphy

Oh, just screw her

her idiotic nonsense, pills and blood tests

she knows nothing

she does think you are sub-human

and it’s not just your paranoid thinking

she will tell you to keep your hopes low

to abide

to society and treatment

and then

she will charge your 300 dollars

and go for a fucking dinner

with her boring husband

in meatpacking district

 

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