Mr. Hoppernokker will see you now…

“Come in, Son. Sit down.”
He spoke and spoke but his words
would not sink into my muddied mind…

All I saw was the oar,

Not for propelling canoes, paddling kayaks
This thing is for think-stinging,

I’d felt it before.

There it hung, like an old friend
…waiting.

Why do they do this, an over-sized leather sofa…
like a condemned man’s last meal.
…and then, the words…

“This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.”

The edits are by Dr. Swetman. He said that I had the bad little boy speaking in English too high for the couch of pain.
Elysabeth is right. We need more human humor…