Stay In The Shallow Poem by Ima Ryma

My shrink is ever telling me
I do favor my shallow side
Where I surely am most comfy.
My shrink continues on to chide
Me for not going deep into
Myself where likely I can't swim.
My drowning is not a to do
I want to risk on my shrink's whim.
Of course I tell the shrink that I
Will go deep into myself more.
I tell this as a straight faced lie,
Cuz I stay shallow to my core.

Really my shallow side does tell
My shrink and deep side, 'Go to hell! '