close to the brink
u went to see a shrink
bout the monster under the sink
u wore green socks
to walk the few grey blocks
past the time keepers marshal clocks
your socks were wet
before u walked one street
from the fear your souls did excrete
u walked some more
to a closed sliding door
up on the stair less thirteenth floor
u feel quite ill
traffic lights start to trill
like a psychopaths dentist drill
u sit down lost
when will windows defrost
maps in this frozen world do cost
monsters are free
built from past dreams debris
they quickly become your adoptee
they find u there
shrunk into your shrinks chair
to hear your hourglass of despair
they’ll prescribe pills
so u don’t see dung hills
passing through your medicated gills
nor your shrunk shrink
under the kitchen sink
who works for quack freuds MONSTERS Inc
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