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!
Copyright © Margaret Wade | Year Posted 2017
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