Psychoanalysis, Farewell

-- Where a Freud in need is a Freud indeed /
We'll always be Jung together -
Dorothy Parker, "Collected Poems"

Times are stressful, money's tight.
I've held on truly, with all my might.

The car went first, gas so expensive.
Power walking I do, intensive.

But walk to where? - no longer to stores.
Holes in my pockets, wallet full of sores.

Oh, I still eat healthy, lots of beans -
cereal too, nearly beyond my means.

And I seek daily for work that fits
until I tire, cramp up, get the shits.

Oh, the wife, her mother and the dogs -
gone long ago, leaving me a pair of shoes, clogs.

But still I walk the few miles to see my shrink
who says I look healthy, not wealthy - in the pink.

He assures me worse has happened to man over time -
being poor is a social disorder, not a crime.

But to crime I must turn to pay his bill -
claims things will improve, and he needs me still.



Bill Roberts has had over a thousand poems printed in nearly 200 online and small-press magazines. One was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2009, another for Best of the Net. He offers a seminar on how to write a poem a day in 15 minutes, then take it to market. A new dog, Princess Honey, has joined the family; she hates the Colorado outdoors, pees on the rug.