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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540614" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fried Ego And Chips</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They f you up old freud an jung<br>They like to get their chips 'well done'<br>The chip on the shoulder the thorn in the side<br>Their victims serve to boost their pride<br>Now any old quack can sit in their chair<br>charge a pound a minute while he talks to the air<br> Then assume a soloution a potion a plan<br>To transform some poor sop int<br> 'A better man'<br>While belittling constraining controlling contriving, <br>The poor little nobody's attempt at 'surviving'<br>The world is in chaos it's always BAD NEWS<br>Even neurotics have a right to be blue<br>But still they arrive once a week to that place<br>Where they pay for their pain as if it's a disgrace<br>To care in a world that is spent of all care<br>But for a pound a minute you can talk 'To the air' <br>Emerging as a 'Better man'<br>All service rendered job well done! <br>Your shrink now has a PENSION FUND<br>And still sometimes you'll get the blues, <br>But take a breath it's not ALL BAD NEWS<br>From monaco to san tropez from white water rafting to sunny L.A<br>The postcards will come thick and fast signed; <br>DR SHRINK 'Retired at last! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">P.s I guess it's largely down to you, for paying my bills when you were blue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q>
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