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"appointment"



me: hey doc hows it goin



psychologist: ok ray how are u, well first come over and lay down.



me: yeah aight, damn this leathers cold



psych: so what's on your mind today ray, how are things in you life.



me: well doc, you see it seems my girls been cheating on me. plus the boy, she's bumpin with is my older than my pop's. its fuckin bull shit.



psych: ok, well first i told you lets keep this professional, this is not the streets. so she's cheating on you? well how are you treating her?



me: sorry doc, well i treat her good as i can you know.

but sometimes she be makin me mad and i do go off the kettle some times. i mean everyone does have there boiling point you know what i means. still it don't give the bitch, i mean it don't give the girl the right to go and be dirty.



phys: well i think you need to sit down with her, or sit down with your self and if comes down to it write her a poem or a song. its very good therapy.



me: oh i see doc, sounds like something i can do, but how would i go about it. i'm kinda shitty when it comes to rhyming, plus i'm white so i was not born with much rhythm.



psyh: ok follow me



me: aight



psyh: this is a love poem, when i say something you come back with a similar response.



me: ok doc



psyh: when i say i love you

its meant no other way



me: ummm...... ok got it

because everything i tell is all truth

i'm genuwine like light is to day



psyh: good follow me now

if my heart was your fav movie

i hope you always just push play



me: i know you had sex with him to get back at me

i forgive you always, why can't you just see



psyh: ok i see where its going.......

that no matter what goes on

my anger towards you

is just a jilted lovers plea



me:i'll treat you better i promise

just give me the chance

my feelings for you will enhance

i want to love you on a permant stance



psyh: though this love seems to fall down

i'm picking it back up

because me with out you

is like a king with out his crown



me: lastly baby your my everything

i need you, i love you, i miss you

you my one, my only thing.



psyh: good job, now go home and write something



me: thanks doc you got mad flows you, i'll do that