Laughs and Lobotomies

I was convinced, for years

That going to the psychiatrist could be just like going to the eye doctor.

He’d tweak the script a bit, up or down.

And then eventually you’d work out the right spot and all could be well.

I used to painstakingly separate all my recycling too.

Until I saw the number of times it was tossed back together and thrown out in the same bin.

The more you chip away at the shiny surface gold-

You find not even oxidized copper beneath.