(self-pitying bastard) lying on the doctor's couch as he inspects me like a drill sergeant (fucking faggot-wannabe) he looks at me and wonders what psychosis i have in my head (cocksucker) i say "doc,lets cut the bullshit lets get it out the way" (fucking control freak) the consideration takes maybe a second (ass-munching prick) and then he says "tell me more about your home life" (goddamn quack) and for fifty dollars an hour talking to this jackleg (pompous asshole) it better goddamn well be worth it.Birth sign: Aries
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