Into a office,
taking the WISC Test,
obsessive compulsive disorder kicks in.
So around the corner I go,
someone handed me a referral letter.
Correct me if am wrong.
Spring rolls are made with vermicelli rice noodles
and sping is spam,
that shouldn't be seen within personal e-mails.
Upon reading the letter,
my IQ level was not clear,
so over and under a desk,
I found some unpaid bills.
Oh my this will not do.
An hour has passed
and I can't spare anymore time.
Bye bye now,
see you at our next therapy session.
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