Mental Therapy

The following statement is true:
The previous statement is false.

I am torn and I am tossed,
Because I loved my mother
And hated my father
(One or the other) .
Every day I dread
Lie awake in bed):
Every night is a vigil,
For sleep is impossible.

He turns in the chair and says,
'We have to dig deeply into this.'
Psychology is to me vistigial,
Dream of reality, not physical,
Product of soothsayers who say no sooth.
Long in the tooth, they tell me
What I should examine;
But there is a famine:
A lack of truth, a paucity of wisdom.
I don't belong in their kingdom.
I think I'll go out for a smoke.

poem by Stan Petrovich
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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