Psycho Babble

Psycho Babble

A Poem by Chainsaw Enema

So I guess I'm depressed

I don't know what to do

I'm writing things of originality

Guess it means it's a mental disability

So let's go see a professional

Step right into the confessional

I'll empty my thoughts, my mind

Right into your precious little time

Dear Omniscient Shrink

Please tell me how to think

List my flaws on your sketch pad

Inform me of the newest fad

I need some Xanax to calm me down

So please fill it out before I drown

I'm confused so what do you suggest?

Maybe you should just conform me like the rest.

© 2009 Chainsaw Enema

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Have I read this before? It sounds familiar, but her, I am mental! This is fabulous, and shows society and it's need to conform.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on January 31, 2009