Therapist O' Mine

Therpist of mine, oh what an
Extraordinarily inconspicuous therapist o' mine,
Do you tire of my ramblings of bygone pasts?
Do you occasionally wish you had a nice .22 to shoot thyself with?
You know my slightly irregular mind is rather large and full of
Love-making scenes, most random thoughts, and the
Unexpected bursts of Hitleresque jokes.
Moomins love you as do I, too, except not in the
Partner-like way. More like friends. So don't get the wrong idea.
Knowing you, you probably would have when you first read that, and
I do know you. Anyways, Therapist o' mine,
Nighttime isn't as fun without you.
Zoobop, zoobop zoobop.