Treatment?

“Come sit with me” I said to him “and take this little pill.”

“Then squash yourself into this box; fit in there you will.”

“You see now, if you cannot fit then you are not for me.”

“Rather it’s out in the cold your poor mind should be.”

We have a certain standard here and you don’t fit the grade

so you’ll just have to live within the life that you have made.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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