The Substitute Shrink

as if it was so easy to trade & throw around the vulnerability of a human being who’s tripped, fallen crashing down with face to cement, as if the life of the doctor mattered more, as if giving advice (however relevant or helpful) warranted a monetary reward, as if there was to be no attachment allowed, because all along the doc was planning his/her escape if this one was “unfixable”--- like a scab crossing a picket line, like a pharmaceutical company mad scientist promising healing to a starving diseased person being used by Big Pharm as a guinea pig for whatever potions they’ve most recently concocted--- rotten to the core & out for blood (coulda’ been anything else but they chose this path & leave the kitchen when it gets too hot for another to come & try to cook all over again).