This mushy couch, I’m clammy and warm - Crying about the wrong dad being taken When suddenly The therapist turns, A knock is heard, Many - rather. A ladder appears And a dude with a belt Far too big for his stature. He climbs and cleans And makes me laugh, And my asthmatic therapist Takes us on a walk instead. Uphill! It is humid We both pant and sweat I haven’t ditched the juul The way the rug was pulled Back we go To the mushy couch With the clammy pillow
This one *****, but I need the memory to exist that in the midst of this therapy appointment, I was temporarily locked in on some stranger in baggy jeans from the waist down. He didn’t get a percentage of my copay, but he should for giving me the giggles