angst is what keeps me going,,

fears hoist me up like bones

nought more live to my ears

than the dirge dread intones

yes, I've read those books on

the dark influence of stress,

yet, which school to follow?

I'm more confused, not less

finally I plumped for Sigmund,

he uses my curlers for a perch,

common sense is his forte and

he saved me years of research

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Being too sensitive is not for the faint-hearted

We all peer at life through individual prisms

I know now when my thin skin started

It was watching your peculiar mannerisms

Your peculiar mannerisms are legion

The way you chew your food is a sight

Your body language is a whole religion

Those facial expressions a thing of the night

You've left me wide open to the el...

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