Therapissed Off Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Therapissed Off
I've seen the laughter in your eyes
And know that really you despise
Me, though you continually pretend
To be my advocate and friend.
Well, I've got news for you:
Our cosy tete-a-tetes are through,
I'm not prepared to compromise,
To hell with you and all your lies!
Sometimes a candid, trite confession beats any therapistic session. Danny
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4/26/2024 3:27:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Therapists drive you mad. Fact. That's even before the fake friendship and the insistence that what your great grandmother's next door neighbour's cat died of may well be the key to your personality.... t x