Stretch my neck, slit my wrist,
I need a new Pshyciatrist,
Prod my mind, push and pull,
Then charge me like a wounded bull,
In your office, i must slouch,
Cuz you ain’t got no fuckin couch,
Treat us like we’re all just dills,
Pump us up on more damn pills,
My next appointment, i’ll avoid,
You ain’t no fuckin Zigmund Freud…
5 comments
well said howard ino
awesome poem
I hope nobody is Freud because that guy was legitimately crazy. Everything other people did, he thought made them unstable. Even though he did the same exact things.
That is so true
I couldnt have said it better
intentional parapraxis for the more astute reader….