“CHRONIC THERAPY.” a poem November 19, 2019 (Tuesday)
He made his diagnosis; his name? was: MAC. That’s right M A C;
He was STICKIN’ RIGHT TO’IT; there was no turnin’ back.
“Don’t turn your back on MY diag noses,” He said, the chronic ther a pist;
“I think you’re CHRONIC jihad, a chronic terror ist;
We can MAYBE HEAL YOU a little, BUT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE,
‘A CHRONIC TERRORIST.’ ” “No, no NOT ME; It ISN’T CHRONIC; I’m SURE I can beat it.” “NO, (pause) my diagnoses are ALWAYS final; you’re gunna haveTa eatIT.
Just like ya NEVER CAN GET OVER being a drunk;
You JUST HAVE THEM TENDENCIES, ’cause I DONE thunk,
This whole thing through, and YOU MUST AGREE;
Moral: “All (these) conditions ARE inherent IN US ALL;
We all do rise, & we all will fall, But a CHRONIC diagnosis can make anyone obsess,
Upon THE GIVEN TRAIT or traitS; so, (let’s) digress,
AndPOINT OUT ‘BAD sTUFF LESS, and ‘good stuff’ MORE,
A ‘Lady of the Night,’ that you can’t be a happy wife. FORGET THE DIAGNOSES. Let’s get on with our friggin’ life.” And MAYBE you ARE a S_X addict, BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO KEEP SAYING THAT, ‘Cause YOU’RE “MAKIN’ IT CHRONIC.” Take OFF theWORN baseball cap; Put on a new one &you’reCHRONICALLYcured,
But NOT of: BEING GOOFY; that’s just HUMAN; that’s assured.
Well, THE CHRONIC THERAPIST was dang angry withThisPoem& a lotOF issues;
And he (suddenly) had “A BIG MAC ATTACK,” and he was crying into tissues,
Saying: “It’s my chronic obsession with bad, fast food; I’ll NEVER get over it; forever I’ll brood.” “Why not just have one, BuddyBOY a Big Mac today?”
Said The JayHadist; “I’ll buy you one.” TheTherapist: “Hooray,
Gosh, I’m SO hungry and SO DANG frustrated.”
“Well, maybe you won’t be, once you’re appetite’s sated.”
[And both that morning equally lay: * The Chronic Therapist and The Patient named “JAY.” * & they ate and they joked, and they stuffed themselves good, * With lots of GOOD, bad fast food; I just KNEWthatTHEY WOULD, * ‘Cause I’m a CHRONIC PSYCHIC; I can see what will happen. * And this poem’s gonna end pretty soon; I just wish this MysticPoet would stopHis”flappin’ “]