DULY NOTED

DULY NOTED

Her anger it is duly noted, double-spaced, in triplicate,
On every ink-filled page inscribed by her psychiatrist.
Each neurosis is explored in painstaking detail,
Every single woe is me, every last travail.
Can be found like coffee grounds in the bottom of the cup.
At two hundred dollars an hour, she can soak those troubles up.

Her loneliness is duly noted, in the pages of her shrink.
The wherefores and whys are analyzed and progress made she thinks.
She knows that she has issues and every one she must explore,
Lest the bad world gobble up her soul and show her to the door.

Her husband he cannot be troubled to pick up his dirty underwear,
And the kids, they just can’t manage to stay out of mommy’s hair.
And the in-laws, oh, don’t get her started, for they both are lean and mean,
And her mother-in-law has done a number on her self esteem.

And she does not call her parents, for they send her on a guilt trip
That makes her feel as heady as the latte that she sips.
And as far as reality, she is fast losing her grip.
Her life’s remiss and it’s because of this she’s feeling such remorse.
Her dreams have fallen short and all her hopes have gone off course.

Her sadness it is duly noted, the proof is in her tears
That she weeps into her Kleenex for the misery of her years.
Her shrink he does not say a word, from him there’s not a peep,
Two hundred dollars an hour and the SOB’s asleep.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2009
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