Living the Cliche 

I’m living the cliche

At two-fifty an hour

Spilling my guts to a man;

He is jaded by the pain that walks through his door

Nothing he hasn’t heard

A swift, unafraid, hand

Scribbles notes and prescriptions 

Throwing them at you like ninja stars 

Hoping one sticks 

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