Purple Vampire Coffin Case Poem by Jackie Anderson

Without looking at a dictionary,
grabbing my hair,
from end to end,
I see food and money,
floating around my head.

Without sharing a thought,
opening a can of soda,
visions of pancakes and spring rolls,
are all over the place.

Ugh!
What is going on?
Ugh!
Where are my house keys?
Ugh!
Who am I?

Without a current street map,
walking to my doctor's office I go,
I sit down as soon,
as I get there.

Whoop Whoop!
A DSM-5 book here,
a psychology magazine there
and a teddy bear in a corner.

Whoop Whoop!
Without my talk therapy today,
I would mentally deeply be depressed for sure.