From the fender ’round my heart
Leaks a fluid from a part
That needs love to make it start.
Take my body to the shop
Check the engine at the top
Make that horrid pressure drop!
Finding nothing in my head
Bad enough to cause me dread –
They will fix my chest, instead.
With a great big rubber hose
Shoved twelve inches down my nose
Try to suck out all my woes.
Now the cavity is drained
And the pressure is explained:
My emotions have been chained!
I surround myself with shrinks,
Who unlock those rusty links
And repair my mental kinks.
From the cockles of my heart
Moves a smoothly running part
Primed by sparks from Cupid’s dart.
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Copyright © 2011 by Mitchell Allen
Originally appeared on CreativeCopyChallenge #190.