Best Shrink Poems

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...

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The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path.
Always a person for whom the flow meant danger
from spring to summer,  I walk the...

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can i get a back beat


my doctor
is a proctor
not to be bothered
about your father
so go further
blur blurring vision
deciding decisions

yo
begin again
begin again

i've never sinned
casting stones
throw in the towel
after a awhile
fashion fashionably
late for a date

yo

no make up
making me make
taking a take
a second glance
a second glance

yo
yo
yo

loca mujer
hair dyed...

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Something I've always wondered about
A subject near and dear to my heart
Why don't sheep shrink in the rain
It's puzzled me right from the start!

A theory that sometimes is bandied about
Maybe their wool is non-shrinking
Sounds quite a bit far fetched to me
Someone's jazzing me I'm thinking!

Quite...

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Mind games with my shrink.
Only giving me seconds to think.
His or my sanity on the brink.
Telling him what he wants to hear.
So these psychotic thoughts don't interfere.
I love a profession where all you do is ask questions.
I see your obsession.
Diagnosing patients.
With the power of suggestion.
Mocking...

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My aunt wanted me to write something espeacially for her,and as much as i like original's i 
prefer the second draft to this one:

Maybe she's 
cool
Maybe am a favourite neice
Of a shrink of love and peace

The cream
To my fruit
Exhausted samy
Cant have the kids on mute

Pasta...

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My friend Al had a case of depression
Spent hours in psychiatric sessions
   His soul he laid bare
   The shrink didn't care
He billed even more for regression...

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splintered moons are always moving over my night skies
and shooting stars always are greeted with a surprise
sunsets, in autumn, always fall with the leaves that let go
and someday you will eventually know 
that everything happens for an unknown reason 

shadows stretch as each night dims...

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Are you tired of your female or male dates towering over you
or being rejected from shooting hoops more than a few
and sitting on a telephone book to help you see over the steering wheel
being called a shrimp you're whole life is just how you feel

Well...

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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...

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I could feel the rhythm of my obscure 
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the 
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic 
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise, 
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence...

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Why is the world like this 
Can't you see what one day you'll miss 
No because we are out getting high 
But on the inside we just want to die 
We go out with a friend 
But we are too insecure to let them in...

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SOMETIMES I SHRINK

Back from it all. There are a million	bows to tie.
Why should I be studious?       Maybe if I were a kid
again I wouldn’t be spoiled rotten. 
I never claimed to understand	       ...

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The shrink said, "This will be a test"
"Association is what it'll be"
On his pad he had drawn a triangle
He asked me, "now what do you see?"

"That is a naked woman!", I said
I said it because it was true 
He showed his pad with a circle...

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Digital Age--Psychological Zone!
          Driven to rage by an over-smart phone!
My phone hates me, that fact made quite clear.
          Yet, somehow I love it and want it near.

Irksome...

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