Seeved
Again, for the umpteenth time, they told me, you need therapy, why are you always
So angry?
Could it be
You are not seeved?
So I made an appointment
Secretly you see
I did not want anyone
To think I wasn't
Seeved
And needed secular
Therapy
He made me lay down
And I began to expound
It went back as far as
Sopchoppy
The day Janet Trice
Tried to drown me
And no one came to
Seeve me
So I'm not certain
If all along I'm alive
Or dead.
That cost me
One hundred and fifty.
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