Too Good a Cure
My shrink is depressed,
and I, yes I, am to blame.
He cured me of all my anxieties,
yes, every single one of them,
with complete, yes complete, success,
So I don’t worry about anything anymore,
not even those exorbitant bills
he keeps sending me.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2017
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