The Shrink
A short and simple rhyme of hatred about a psychologist I used to have to see at boarding school when I was 11. I found something I had written about him in an old school book and decided to turn it into a poem. So here it is!
You think you can decipher my index city?
Analyse the code of its complexity?
You talk to me for hours sitting next to me,
Yet still to you it remains a perplexity.
Your efforts to relate are just pathetic,
A feeble attempt to be homiletic,
You subsequently prove to be synthetic,
So why pretend to act all empathetic?
You think you know it all but you’re ascetic,
You don’t possess the skills to be prophetic,
You label every problem as genetic,
Your bullshit attracts flies like it’s magnetic.
You want your clients to be synergetic,
To accept it when you tell them they’re frenetic,
When really you just want to keep them under anaesthetic,
And truthfully you couldn’t diagnose a diabetic.
(2013)
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