To my former VA shrink.

Questions?

So you want to delve into my mind

And see what makes me tick

As you sit behind your wooden desk

Chewing on your leaded pencil stick

Did you kill or did you maim?

Do you have any sorrowful regrets?

Do you drink or do nasty drugs?

Do you smoke cigarettes?

Are you divorced, do you move around?

Are you mean to your wife and kids?

Do you feel at loss with reality?

What was it like while you were on the skids?

Do you have night sweats or toss and turn?

Do you wake up with the chills?

Do you search rooftops in parking lots?

Have you any people skills?

Why did you come here, to this VA?

What is it we can do for you?

I’ll listen and nod my balding head

Wondering if all I’ve said is true

At last my eyes meet your spectacled gourd

As you glance up from your golden computer

And in my mind I feel I’ve had a meeting

With the long dead commie Fuhrer

You’ve judged me quick and judged me fast

Read all these faults as though from a script

Why don’t you pack yourself up in your leather bag?

And book your own watered down guilt trip

I came, I saw, you hemmed and hawed

While I sat there quietly and un-amused

I stood up and walked out for fear of exploding

Cause dear shrink you lit my fuse

You know not of what you speak of

Your jargon is just one long obnoxious cliché

So before I rip your head off and shit down your neck

You have yourself a peachy day…

Boon…..5/02/03

 See ya!!!