Ode To a Shrink

My thinking was clear -till I met you last year I was happy in my state of confusion. But you couldn't bear it -you had to repair it You offered my thinking transfusion. When your intent -that's the meaning you meant Is lost in a rush of rambling. I think that I kinow -though your face doesn't show It's those thoughts you're intent on unscrambling. Oh my brain tries to jog -but my thinking is clogged Were those meetings only to beat me? For it's hard I confess -to answer my best When you're doing you're all to unseat me. When I lose your expression -in counseling session I'll admit your conclusions elude me. My mind's so confused -with those terms that you used I think that it's time to exclude me. There's no way I'll make it -I can't even fake it My thinking I fear now is sour. Shrinks are the blame -they all are the same Seeing patients for only one hour. You can take all the credit -your money and bet it My reasoning powers are blown. Yes- if ignorance is bliss -I can promise you this No more thinking I'll do on my own. I thank you -(I think)- you're a pretty good shrink, And I hope you can grin now and bear it. But I'm hiding my brain -and from thinking refrain, I am on the wagon - I swear it!