To a shrink I might seem
To be perfectly fine
But, as you've seen
I think that I'm
A little unsure
And my flavor
Is hardly sweet
I'm a little bitter
My thoughts are just litter
Covering the plains
Of my mind
Muting the pains
Of my kind
Not that I mind
I'm just saying
A shrink
Might think
I'm just a waste
Of talent turned to
A basket case
YOU ARE READING
Basket Case
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