You’ll notice right away
our butch head nurse
fits the Snake Pit genre.

She can’t stand a woman
crying her eyes out
because some guy jilted her.

I play a respected psychiatrist,
a spineless idiot with dirty laundry
locked away in his closet.

DeHavilland meets Crawford,
group therapy: If I have babies
I’ll kill every one of them.

We try to help each other,
some part of us is normal, & now
you can visit your ex-wife.

Take it easy, don’t push it,
she wants to disembowel you,
but we’re letting her out.

We think you can handle it.

©Bob Rixon
Murder Is my Music