To His Psychiatrist
To his psychiatrist a pig complained:
I’m struggling with a matter I need explained:
Why are our yearly losses
rarely by natural causes?
Nonsense, said the shrink,
give it some reconsideration.
You’ll find, I think,
it’s just a pigment of your imagination.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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