Pretty Soon, I Gotta Go To Therapy
by Daniel J. Flore III
I have therapy soon,
where I can bitch about
how I break down and cry,
have no motivation
and am sometimes afraid to go outside.
I don’t know what my therapist is going to say about all this.
Last time, she asked if I wanted to go to the hospital,
but I’m far from needing that.
All I’m doing is searching for the cure,
wishing something would just take it all away.
My grandfather used to say, “Wish in one hand, shit in the other...”
I forget the rest of that quote,
but I’ve got a lotta shit in the hand I wish in.
I wonder what my therapist would say about that.
I wonder if she would think I’m so crazy,
I’m actually rubbing shit on myself.
I feel better just thinking about it.
where I can bitch about
how I break down and cry,
have no motivation
and am sometimes afraid to go outside.
I don’t know what my therapist is going to say about all this.
Last time, she asked if I wanted to go to the hospital,
but I’m far from needing that.
All I’m doing is searching for the cure,
wishing something would just take it all away.
My grandfather used to say, “Wish in one hand, shit in the other...”
I forget the rest of that quote,
but I’ve got a lotta shit in the hand I wish in.
I wonder what my therapist would say about that.
I wonder if she would think I’m so crazy,
I’m actually rubbing shit on myself.
I feel better just thinking about it.