“Ghetto Therapy”
Some choose to pay handsomely for the opinions of strangers
It’s easier to confide in them because lose words aren’t in danger
Mouths are complicated puzzles… tailored made for each individual
To bluff you out of your muzzle I had to pretend I was being less critical
For countless hours I listened, hand firmly rested on chin
I clung to your every sentence my ears over clogged by your sins
You’re a man of such high stature with many flunkies at your disposal
But you were easily captured by the sweet nothings that I told you
Sitting in a lawn chair casually swigging on your drink
From across the room I stared giving no hints of what I think
About the crevices of your soul that you've poured into my cap
Your spirit is riddled with holes
And your heart and conscious do not overlap
The beauty of your face has turned your humility into a disgrace
I tried to study your case but it seems your morals have been misplaced
But I’m just your audience listening, not getting paid by the hour
As you speak your symphony your ego is gently being deflowered
You no longer hold the power…..
I’m not a trained therapist, can’t give a medical determination
My motives are mysterious and I’m giving my resignation
Effective immediately
Because you lie and use too greedily
Please don’t try to plea with me my services are no longer free
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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this is such an interesting piece... i can tell there's a story hiding not so deep behind it. the image of you in the grass listening is so vivid, and the feelings you evoke are beautiful, and so honest. you really have a gift. thanks for sharing it with the world.
ReplyDeletei'm also a poet as well...at beautifulstruggle-ija.blogspot.com. :)
best of luck.