Step up, step up and tell me your name,

And tell me your throaty thoughts,

And  the quiet places where you wade.



Only one nickel to tell me your dreams,

Let me seep in your crevices,

I’ll be the sand in your shoe’s seams.



Shout out your fears and apprehensions!

I read you the answers straight from the book

Of diagnosis in the mental dimensions.



Straight up, tell me why you breathe?

Do you live for the journey?

Or luxurious rapture on a summer’s eve?



Why is your smile the color of smoke?

Tell me every detail as vivid as possible,

Now why do you choke?



I’m a faceless “listener” and judge, that's me!

Do not let those maternal boundaries blur.

Spill your guts out of respect for a PhD!



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