#17 The Therapist

Come sit in the comfy chair

And I’ll tell you why you’re ill

We’ve got all night

To spend speaking shite

When your insurance is footing the bill

Grief Counselling

Why did you come here

He said

What exactly did you expect

Well they told me if I did

She said

That I’d feel less bereft

Such A Cliché

I don’t
know if
you’re
aware

She
said

But
I’ve
been
feeling
rather
down

Let me
fetch my
notebook

He
said

Reaching
forward
with a
frown

The Trick Cyclist

I’d
like to
cancel my
appointment

I don’t
want
to see
you today

What’s
the point
in getting
out of bed

When
you can’t
help me
anyway?

The Shrink

The
pain
is
buried
so
deep

She
said

I
don’t
think
it’ll
ever
surface

Then
let’s
just
leave
it
there

He
said

Breaking
your
heart
again
isn’t
worth
it

Newly Qualified

Can we
leave it
there?

She
asks

As I
cannot
take
much
more

You’re
damn
right

He
replies

As he
edges
towards
the door

Witchcraft

I thought
talking
would make
it easier

But if
anything
it’s made
it worse

It seems
there’s
nothing
I can do

To rid
myself
of this
curse

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