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constant persistence
Overcame resistance.
Denial,
On trial.
Like a surgeon's first incision,
You make a decision,
Treatment mode, intervention?
Medicate, relieve the tension?
Healing help for all those psyches,
Sitting still ... without your Nikes.
Patient's dreams once repressed,
Show up in color, and undressed.
Hostile! angry, some in panic,
Swings in mood, they're downright manic.
Missed appointments, coming late,
Process it, don't aggrevate.
Lame excuses, most pretextual,
Is the content truly sexual?
An answer to the patient's queries,
Life is not a bowl of cherries.
Angst, desire, symbols phallic,
Keep a silence, hold your breath.
In the client's long-term treatment,
They're sure to get around to death!
Egos easily bruised and broken,
Respond to your words, softly spoken.
Now to get the must prized “R׆,
More prestigious than a foreign car.
You got to feel like some great insider,
When you became a paid provider.
Through all the hassles and the tsuris,
Something like a book by Uris.
All the doubts, all the fears,
Culminate today in joyful tears.
My darling you have quite the knack,
How many more, I can't keep track.
I implore you on my knees,
What's with all of these degrees?
But I think I offered slight deterrence,
Or was that just counter transference?
Of your achievement, I'm possessive,
or is it obsessive?
And I understand I'm passive-aggressive.
To say I'm proud would seem too blatant,
And you would say that this was latent,
Hostile wishes on this occasion for jubilation.
I'll skip the fuss and all the bother,
Just to quote Siggie's father,
“Mazel Tov on your graduation.”
Your patients mean a lot to me,
A profit on schedule C.
This ode is showing just how clever,
I can conceal, something I never
Could candidly admit.
Through all your plodding thru the reading,
Weekly classes, complaints and pleading.
I knew you'd do it ... And you did.
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