Confidant

The scouts of psych eval are curious as to why I overshare.

Boundaries mean nothing to me, perhaps that is why I under care.

Want to put a diagnostic bow on my inscrutability, don't you dare.

Woe to trainers of a circus lion who no longer regards the whip and chair.

Harsh critics keep my secrets as part of a voyeuristic pinky swear.

What do you do when your meal is bland, but the salt is in a dragon's lair?

The Means and Ways Committee saw no castle when I pulled Rapunzel's hair.

It seems theses days that one's libido is less of an asset and more of a snare.

Don't worry about me, I'm not in pain good doctor.

I'm a poor test taker, so I smiled and blew a kiss at the proctor.

I am beautifully constructed in all things subterranean.

More frightful than the creature on a flag that is Albanian.

My dream job has always been the one they faithfully pay me in.

I have sat under the crafty tutelage of silver and gold.

That is why I laugh when principled men are bound as if in a wrestling hold.

One minute they speak of truth, until they get a wire transfer to slander the sun as cold.

Follow the paper trail of your most upstanding inspiration, like the fountain of youth it never gets old.

To the left of me are unblinking libertines and to the right of me are self-flagellating monks.

A news network full of unthinking figurines compete against the antics of agitating drunks.

A guillotine stands over the heads you lost, as my bed if full of tails I won.

Roses pelt every inch of my stage, the audience is on their feet, I'm done.