Revised sonnet #232
Im Doctor Love I sigh you roar it riff
You whine Im posh Ive pockets profit lined
You holler hundred bucks an hour too stiff
I burble budget rate I bill too kind
Alas youve found yourself in double bind
Your wiggles sink you further down quick sand
Your pieces lost in zugzwang zone you find
Youve bowdlerised the boy till less than gland
I counsel broken hearts I come off bland
Im echo chamber like to pain in parse
You problem solver while Im helping hand
Revolving door of clients affront to farce
I find it funny when you act the only soul
You elevate the vacuous victim role
Chorus soul siel ziel
