Ode to a Therapist

Lack of motivation
Causing all of my frustration.
Thinking of a way
To keep my spinning head at bay.

Writing calms anxiety.
(That's what my therapist said.)

She said I could write whatever I want.
But I already knew that, that stupid cunt.
So now I will spin out my little tale
Of a time I raped someone and went to jail.

Then when I got out, for a little fun
I put a bullet to my face, and shot the gun.

(Did that calm YOUR anxiety, Mrs. Therapist?)

So now I'm doped up on medication.
The magic cure for motivation.