Richard D. Preston
So you want to delve into my mind
And see what makes me tick
As you sit behind your wooden desk
Chewing on your leaded pencil stick
Did you kill or did you maim?
Do you have any sorrowful regrets?
Do you drink or do nasty drugs?
Do you smoke cigarettes?
Are you divorced, do you move around?
Are you mean to your wife and kids?
Do you feel at loss with reality?
What was it like while you were on the skids?
Do you have night sweats or toss and turn?
Do you wake up with the chills?
Do you search rooftops in parking lots?
Have you any people skills?
Why did you come here, to this VA?
What is it we can do for you?
I’ll listen and nod my balding head
Wondering if all I’ve said is true
At last my eyes meet your spectacled gourd
As you glance up from your golden computer
And in my mind I feel I’ve had a meeting
With the long dead commie Fuhrer
You’ve judged me quick and judged me fast
Read all these faults as though from a script
Why don’t you pack yourself up in your leather bag?
And book your own watered down guilt trip
I came, I saw, you hemmed and hawed
While I sat there quietly and un-amused
I stood up and walked out for fear of exploding
‘Cause dear shrink you lit my fuse
You know not of what you speak of
Your jargon is just one long obnoxious cliché
So before I rip your head off and shit down your neck
You have yourself a peachy day…
Bub – bye now!
©Copyright May 2, 2003 by Richard D. Preston
Author’s Note: Let me share with you my PTSD experience with my appointed VA shrink. I have since quit that program because I felt worse after I went to see him than before I walked in. I’ll settle for high blood pressure.