Foibles and faults
I know I've got plenty
Depressions a dime a dozen
lets not forget about resenting

or my favorite:
attachment disorder
I can give my two cents
when I really have a quarter

no shortage of problems
no silence on topics
no way to defend
no way to stop it

psychiatrists cost money
and money I don't possess
doesn't grow on trees
the leaves, are green like death

cuz sanity is happiness
and joy in short supply
more than enough, for the rich and wicked
but nothing left for I

craziness is free
but sane is quite expensive
some just need a life,
rather than therapy intensive

but me? I know my screws are loose,
rattling around, from neglect and abuse
preventing my heart, from reaching its goals
alone and outnumbered, left in the cold

But at least I have my ART
unconventional therapist
makes me forget, about my pain
and opportunities that I missed

I hope God knows psychology
if and when he's stepping down
back onto the earth
imaginative crown

Can Jesus prescribe meds?
Can Mary diagnose disorders?
Chemicals are more persuasive
than a mere preacher performer

What's the scoop, God?
gimme a look
do you go by Freud,
or the holy book?

Let me know, Lord