Transference
“transference”
oh the lowly shrink
decorating themselves as
a master of the mind &
then looming over the innocent that have come to them,
sometimes as a last resort
(one step before brushing their teeth with a
bullet),
lulls them into a false sense of trust,
whereby the affections that normally might be
experimented with in the world outside
are wasted in a “connection” with
a horny doctor---
much like a male gynecologist who
“went into practice because they wanted to help women”
just wasn’t getting any
(and had to find some way to get a look at what he was missing),
the horny, true emotional wreck of a
psychiatrist
craves those already scarred,
like the wolf waiting for lil’ red riding hood---
sitting in their comfortable chair
opposite the uncomfortable couch
waiting to hump away the day,
the lowly shrink will someday tell those harmed by
such a savage sexual predatory manner
that it was all a matter of
“transference”---
that these things sometimes happen---
how
convenient.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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