Painting My Kitchen

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Painting my kitchen My therapist said I should write about painting my kitchen The most boring topic I ever heard I can't think of a word Is she sadistic? Assigning me chores I could never complete so I'll go ballistic Fail miserably and she'll see how I handle defeat Or she's being artistic Look for clues in the colors I choose Am I painting it red? Am I angry with someone who's stuck in my head? But not in my bed? Is it something she said? A parental dilemma I've yet to resolve It's hard to believe I can really еvolve By mentally painting my kitchen Am I slathеring on a deep blue? Is that what she expects me to do? A truer blue than anyone I've ever loved has ever been true? Would she even care? Or would she pocket my check with a pat on my cheek Ask me what time can I make it next week And mention deep blue's a reflection of utter despair Painting my kitchen Am I painting it green? She'd love it For all I clearly covet Your lover, your fame The rise in your stock Your time share in Spain The size of your cock- Tail ring Enough of this color thing Why paint the kitchen? Why not the bedroom? It's such a dead room lately A new paint job would greatly Enhance it For the next horizontal dance it may I pray, oh please, someday be the setting for If I thought it would speed that up I'd be willing to paint the floor With my tongue In the nude On network TV Meanwhile Back at the kitchen My therapist is sitting with her arms crossed She's looking stern She's asking if I finished her assignment And what I learned I know she hopes for some dramatic breakthrough To make her feel she's had a real effect So what the heck I tell her Painting one's kitchen Is more than the psyche reflected and color selected At the risk of sounding a little strange I think it's about change It's not about dry paint But rather the process of applying it Honoring each shade Instead of diluting or denying it One never completely Covers over a color, they always bleed through The most we can hope for Is a livable blend of the old and the new Okay, so I'm laying it on pretty thick but it seems to be doing the trick A beautiful, cacophonous, overlap of long sustaining notes Life is not a coat of many colors, it's a color of many coats Do I really believe all this? It's anyone's guess Does it win her approval, that's the important thing Yes!