Men in Therapy

[fim]

My therapist asked how I was feeling.
I told her people are idiots.
She then asked me how I was feeling.
I said living is a lot of work.
Again, she asked how I was feeling.
I replied my wife is being a bitch.
Once more, she asked.
I responded, "I'm getting a raise at work."
Finally, she asked me to please answer the fucking question. How am I feeling?
I looked at her, puzzled, and said,
"For a therapist, you sure don't listen very well."

Vilstaldust,
If poems are a poet's window into themselves, well then I feel compelled to ask you ... "how are you feeling?"