I flunked the standards set by sawbone school
Id die inside a private practice quack
Another four years study vengeance fuel
I qualified as shrink to charge a stack
The labels libelous are dry they lack
Their narrowness impedes true money flow
Unspoken slanders door ajar a crack
This made up malady takes hold yet slow
The victim stands at fault and never foe
The powers are locked in large unconscious mind
The puppet master he is not to know
Alas long lost the key I never find
I generalise autism squeeze the sold
And flash to sawbones stash of jewels and gold
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'They said my flayed salamanders and frogs were a bit scruffy around the edges.'
