SELF-ADMITTED PSYCHO…
As a self admitted psycho,
I do not listen to the psychobabble,
from the therapists, just so much rabble,
They seem to think,
that if I were to see a shrink,
my problems, they would get shrunk.
But if that were truly so,
then my life would be a bore,
cause they would take from me,
the most definite very core,
of my problem of being a whore.
A psycho-whore is my reason for being,
of that these therapists should be seeing,
but as always they are wrapped up in themselves,
They are a little bit slow on the upswing,
Dealing with me, their prize ding-a-ling.
So its off to my rubber room I go,
to don my jacket with the rear zipper,
I have spoke of in the past, so,
if you have the time, come and visit me,
for I believe you will find it to be,
a most enlightening experience,
as for me, I can learn from your visit,
if I really want to go out into the world,
or stay in this, my own underworld…
(ed)
Excellent poem, Ed.
Evelyn.
Great write. Keep up the wonderful work and give my best to Rufuz.
Jill :)
I have also taken the liberty of contacting Dr. Phil for you. He is thrilled beyond belief at your gracious invitation to visit. He is going to have a marvelous Field Trip, I'm sure!!