Let Me Be Yr Therapist

& I'll prescribe a lot of weed,

     and diagnose a prognosis

          by extracting every seed

     of yr unconscience science;
    
     of childhood busride snowball dodging

                                       compliance,

          I'll shoot you UP
 
                  with questions,

                         confidence and tantrums,

                  and pick the ferrels

                         of yr cranium, and

                                  GO 

                           Subterranean

                                  ON
   
                          yr  REIGN ium!!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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