What's Up Doc?

A Psychiatric doctor poked and prodded in my head.. I was all screwed up, I think; he said…? Was it because I claimed to see “purple elephants“? Who amazingly did some acrobatic stunts? The “doc” looked at me and shook his “mind” I wasn’t listening, I was counting sticks; on the blinds.. He told me to lay down and all I heard was a “walkie talkie” My mouth was racing before my brain, speaking jabberwocky. The “doc” employed me to start a “wellness Plan” On the ceiling; there were a hundred dots seemingly well spanned. The “doc” read me the “itinerary” of this “technique” to apprehend... I looked at him and my mind dawdled and couldn’t comprehend.. His “philanthropic” approach did not make me feel at ease.. I wanted to ride on the “purple elephants” and away I would leave! The tick and the tock are never far asunder.. All the noises in the room sounding more like thunder…. “He” states now this hour is adjourned.. The dour doc pencils another “appointment” with the look of discern.