Wasting Time
I simpy don't understand my new psychiatrist
I've already completed three one-hour sessions
He sits there transfixed, listening to me as if I were
the most interesting person to ever walk this earth...
I can't tell you one single thing about this fellow
other than he wears jeans, he's left-handed
and he doesn't need listening lessons
Next session, he talks or I walk
Why is he sitting there, wasting my time
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