Therapy

I’m told I need therapy

I’ve tried it 24 times before

and it ain’t my remedy,

the armpit sweat 

seeping through the

psychologists shirts

are on the outskirts 

of what’s acceptable 

regarding personal hygiene,

and they’re the ones 

insinuating that I’m

unclean, and I’m

the dead head 

that needs resurrection 

alienation? 

I’m all for it

participation?

you can keep it,

your dissection of me

is GCSE psychology

at best 

......... next!