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‘A Meeting With The Shrink in Silly-Town’
The Psychiatrist asks, what’s the problem? to the fink.
I’m apathetic, brain-drained, and want a drink!
Well, what’s your problem, do you think?
You hard of hearing, or, what? I didn’t blink!
But that’s what I do, dumb-ass! I get paid to think!
Well, why am I here, almighty Shrink?
You already gave the reason. Is there more to the link?
You, guys! All you do is ask questions that stink!
Well, what exactly should happen, do you think?
Know what? Your questions drive me to that drink!
Then, we’ve accomplished something here, I think.
Yeah, sure, you made $150 bucks in an eye’s blink!
Now, now, relax. How ‘bout that amount with a chink?
How much of a chink, do you think?
Ah, what the heck, I’ll give a 5% chink.
You’re a loon! 5%? You belong in the clink!
You’re testing my good nature, I think.
You think, you dink? I’m gone for a drink.
But, wait, my fee with a 10% chink?
Up yours, shrink, with a chink, to the clink, I think.
Your truly, Billy Ray Chitwink
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