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 © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2009
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