Reminds me of all the stuff I've written before, during and after therapy. Stuff I've been told time and time again I better record in a book once and for all before it starts escaping me.

One poem in particular comes to mind and I can't help but chuckle at the reaction the therapist had upon reading it.

You'd've thought she'd picked up a hot potato and didn't know whether to @#$%!, run or go blind before putting it down.

She asked me what I thought it meant and I replied, truthfully, that it just popped into my head upon waking one morning and I scribbled it down before I forgot it.

The poem was pretty direct, self explanatory, and there was really no need for further elaboration on the subject matter.

Come to think of it, that might quite possibly be the only time I wasn't the one squirming in discomfort during a therapy session!