Therapist Sonnets
Therapist Sonnet #1 — The Judge
As I sat down and expressed my concern
You infiltrated my time with your views
On homosexuality, I learn
Your Jewish piety comes from Fox News
Your judgments led to me walking away
As tarot reading was forbidden fruit
And tree protection money comes from gays
I had to water down the honest truth
I struggled to find parts of me to share
Not taboo subjects or all that I am
On orthodoxy, I wished that I cared
To lay it out and just not give a damn
And still, I seek to find moral support
And hope that next time, I do not fall short
Therapist Sonnet #2 — The Socialite
Availability is next to nil
We work well, yet for very little time
For half an hour is all you can fill
Within a two week span; now that’s a crime
My mindful nature does need to improve
And though I’m glad you do not condescend
I fear that ‘on’ is where I need to move
We’ll see if your huge caseload shrinks, my friend
I am afraid of where I will go next
My story is one I need not repeat
In this capacity, I have been vexed
And wonder if this curse is one I’ll beat
And still, I seek to find moral support
And hope that next time, I do not fall short
Therapist Sonnet #3 — The Fruitcake
I came to you to fill out an intake
And to receive psychoanalysis
You found me normal, I thought **here’s my break**
I will not feel psychic paralysis
In actuality, you were the nut
By telling me I was wasting my breath
That the best way to get out of my rut
Was giving school a quick and early death
I’d free associate within dim light
And then you told me that you’d fall asleep
So that’s what happens when I’m booked at night?
Hey there, the grave you dug yourself is deep
And still, I seek to find moral support
And hope that next time, I do not fall short