Thursday, November 17, 2011

#321 On The Couch


That sinking feeling
Deep in your chest
Is just me
Setting my anchor
Making a nest

My name is Disquiet
Or maybe Vague Sense of Unease
Wait, wait
I think I have to sneeze

Have a seat
Lay right down
I have some sweets
Let's not have a frown

Tell me your troubles
Your childhood issues
Paint me your landscape
In all it's hilarious hues

That black hole
That you have for a heart
That's sucking everyone in
That would be a good start

Was it your father?
Or perhaps your mother?
Maybe you wanted to kill one
And make love to the other?

Right
That's a bit trite
Too on the nose
I can see you want to keep me on my toes

Well here's a prescription
It might help with the shakes
But mind the addiction
I get tired of explaining myself at wakes

My advice is simple
Pack the poison in
The smaller the package
The smaller the problem

I swear it's safe to do
It doesn't create a potential energy issue
This is all just in your mind
You didn't think it was reality did you?

Have a piece of candy
It will make it all better

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