The Poet’s Shrink

We all have deep anxieties, and many, when on the brink;
Go to a professional seeking answers, they go to see a shrink!
But we poets find help in other ways, we are the Doctors of ourselves;
We psychoanalyze our thoughts, as into our hearts and Souls we delve!
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Our couch is a comfy writing chair, we lay back and let emotions roam;
But instead of at an office, in the comfort of our own home!
With pen in hand, we start our journey, into the depths of creativity;
Finding total peace and comfort, as we our id and ego see!
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At ease, we write the poems, from the recesses of our Soul;
Each one an innate therapy, that keeps our psyche whole!
No neuroses can affect us, they are superseded by our wit;
With appointments seven days a week, we are mentally so fit!
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Poets need no shrinks
We are Doctors of ourselves
Creating cures us