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‘A Meeting With The Shrink in Silly-Town’
The Psychiatrist asks, what’s the problem? to the fink.
I’m apathetic, brain-drained, and want a drink!
Well, what’s your problem, do you think?
You hard of hearing, or, what? I didn’t blink!
But that’s what I do, dumb-ass! I get paid to think!
Well, why am I here, almighty Shrink?
You already gave the reason. Is there more to the link?
You, guys! All you do is ask questions that stink!
Well, what exactly should happen, do you think?
Know what? Your questions drive me to that drink!
Then, we’ve accomplished something here, I think.
Yeah, sure, you made $150 bucks in an eye’s blink!
Now, now, relax. How ‘bout that amount with a chink?
How much of a chink, do you think?
Ah, what the heck, I’ll give a 5% chink.
You’re a loon! 5%? You belong in the clink!
You’re testing my good nature, I think.
You think, you dink? I’m gone for a drink.
But, wait, my fee with a 10% chink?
Up yours, shrink, with a chink, to the clink, I think.
Your truly, Billy Ray Chitwink
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Author: Website: http://brchitwood.com - B R Chitwood - My Mission: Writing to Discover Me
I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
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That was fun and hard to do sticking to one rhyme.
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As always, you’re there for me. Thank you, dear Denise. ♥♥
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♥♥♥
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So many ” – ink” words, thanks for the fun poem Billy Ray! xox
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All my pleasure, dear Eden. 🙂 xox
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As Jimmy Durante would have said after reading your ditty: “Ink a dink a dink a dink a dink a dink a doooooo.”
He’s got a million of ’em! And so do you, Billy Ray. Keep entertaining us, pal!
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Ah, thanks, Jay-man, for reminding me of ‘rink-a-dink-a-doo! Wonder who trademark ‘Mrs. Calabash was/is!! ♥
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