A therapy-patient’s view of his first therapy.
The Pain Company
Dr. Pain came in the room
And all the patients gasped
All the Igors were hard at work
And the doctor, he just laughed
“Pain,” he said, “Is in itself an art”
As he cracked his knuckles hard
The body parts he had yet to dispose of
Were scattered about the yard
Most felt that the doctor
Truly enjoyed inflicting pain
All the screams heard through the walls
He could not explain
Yet, there was a purpose to
All the pain they offered out
None could tell just what it was
What the screams were all about…
By Todd A. Gettings
January, 1994
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