I have been a therapist, and
I've been therapied
The brightest and the best
Have had a go at me
It hurt like hell, I tried to hide,
I wouldn't run away
The truth would out, for all to see,
All to see, but me
I learned to face my fear,
Be more honest, and more brave
I played a silly game
You see there was no face to save
We're mistaken and mislead
Down the twisted garden path
With the weather and the leather
To the bitter Grapes of Wrath
From the poisoned pedagogy
We recover one fine day
Our long suffering Tsunami
Will finish like a play
Sean Hunt
(Sierra de Gredos mountains, Spain...2015?)
.....a true 'story'