I’m Glad You Sought Help

So I put my ego in a sack
And pondered for a place to bury it
I did not look back, you may not believe me
I try to stay in the moment these days
My analyst said it was good for me

I took it all on board, thanked her for it
Thanked her more than once, she was mostly quiet
And I respected her for it, for when she spoke
I paid mighty attention, noted it down
In my school-boy notes, spelling mistakes included

And like all female analysts, she was hot
Far too many a distraction, for my simple mind
Trying so hard to cure itself, with a few seeds
That she’d drop time to time, hoping maybe
I might pick up the one or two or three

I instantly, mistook her for my ex -
Cute & sexy & smart & pale beyond relief
Thank God for the wedding rings on her fingers
Thank God for my biblical teachings
She liked it positive & up-beat

And out of respect, we bore responsibility
But the copyright was clearly mine
And she let me go, as good muses do
And she let me go, as good teachers do
And she let me go, as good healers do

And I wanked over her, like the best sinner I could be
And I came over her, like the best sinner I could possibly be