What’s the point of counseling.
When it doesn’t mean a thing…
Sure there’s progress,
And lots of suggest,
She rejects most of what I bring.
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Sensitive to tone of voice,
I get talked to with her petard hoist…
Like Mom had–
Any emotion is bad–
She dislikes my looking away choice.
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She explains her work since college,
Claiming (of me) secret knowledge…
She won’t divulge—
Battle of the Bulge–
Of which I must acknowledge!
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If I’m upset–she claims me rude—
Doesn’t like my sarcastic mood…
Becomes “lecture time”
When I cross the fine line,
She dislikes my attitude!
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I guess–she says it’s bigger–
I respond as to authority figures…
All my life
Including the wife,
“I could change if I want to”—that FIGURES!
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I forgot yesterday–one of two,
Strikes until I’m through….
The first try was three,
Now closed to me,
And certain things I hesitate to do.
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In concrete apparently I’m set,
If I don’t try her way it’s a “NYET”…
All this time
The fault is mine,
“It must be something he ‘et’…!” 😀
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Medicine, lockup, counseling–
Two attempts resolutions to bring…
The only clue
Is socialization to do,
I’m way too good isolating!
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–Jonathan Caswell