Fried Ego And Chips
They f you up old freud an jung
They like to get their chips 'well done'
The chip on the shoulder the thorn in the side
Their victims serve to boost their pride
Now any old quack can sit in their chair
charge a pound a minute while he talks to the air
Then assume a soloution a potion a plan
To transform some poor sop int
'A better man'
While belittling constraining controlling contriving,
The poor little nobody's attempt at 'surviving'
The world is in chaos it's always BAD NEWS
Even neurotics have a right to be blue
But still they arrive once a week to that place
Where they pay for their pain as if it's a disgrace
To care in a world that is spent of all care
But for a pound a minute you can talk 'To the air'
Emerging as a 'Better man'
All service rendered job well done!
Your shrink now has a PENSION FUND
And still sometimes you'll get the blues,
But take a breath it's not ALL BAD NEWS
From monaco to san tropez from white water rafting to sunny L.A
The postcards will come thick and fast signed;
DR SHRINK 'Retired at last! '
P.s I guess it's largely down to you, for paying my bills when you were blue!
poem by Yvette Smith
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