I once knew a woman named Jill,
whose psychiatrist gave her a pill.
But it messed up her head,
and just made her dead.
Now she can’t pay her doctor’s big bill.
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Poems
The Head Shrinker – A Poem
I thought that I’d get my head shrunk, but the psychiatrist’s methods just stunk. He gave me a pill, said so long to ya chum, and my mind just went vacant and numb.