The Therapy Session

My Dad said I needed to see a Therapist
It's either that, he said, or the mad house

I said, your money, my choice, send me to Block East
We picked that nit until it turned into a louse

Finally I relented and went to the Therapist
He said, so tell me all about your inner beast

I took a few moments to think
What do I tell this loon on the brink?

Yeah, okay, I said, I have a thing for my sister's mare
Absurd, he said, tell me about what you really care

I care about being rejected, I said,
I'm afraid of being told to drop dead.

Ah, he said, now we're getting somewhere
What else do you have there?

A flicker of a hope, I said
Today she looked at me and neighed.