You say you're stressed and tense
And nothing seems to make sense?
Your belly's a falling fence
Battered by suspense?
Feel life's a horrid pretense,
A capital offense?
Shrinks are an expense
Fit only for the dense,
And sanity won't commence
Neither now nor hence?
Life offers its two cents
As you hate the present tense:
Watch out for the future tense!
