'On The Couch' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘ON THE COUCH’

One more ‘session’ on the couch
Another unloading of fears and woes
Talk yourself out of it, you slouch
That is the way forward, history shows
Psychiatrist asks, what do you think?
I don’t know, my thoughts astray
You tell me, you are! The shrink
You must help me chase the blues away
I do not need to be told its stress
I need to know how to rid
I need your pity even less
Do not treat me like a kid
I am in two minds schizophrenic
The good or bad, which mind will I use
The clearheaded or the hallucinogenic
Both my minds open to abuse
One more session on the couch
Another unloading of my fears and woes
Less money in my pouch
Another holiday abroad, off my psychiatrist goes

MICMAC