This One Is On Me
You want me to
What?
Endure your pain,
As an expression
Of my love and devotion?
You wait right there
'Where are you going? '
To get us both a psychiatrist.
Don't worry about it; the expense!
This one is on me.
Because I can not believe,
You are beginning to make sense.
That's how badly I need my head examined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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