Dr. Dom In The House

A walking X-ray machine

Certified PhD

Confidently putting my finger

On the fracture

Clear as day

Their posture, their words

Show me the break

Reinforcing my expert assessment

Of their misalignment

I wish it was as easy to heal a soul

As it is to plaster an arm

Not my job

Nor my place

I am aware, of course

(I’m not an idiot)

Doing the work for someone else

Is impossible

The desire to do that, rooted

In one’s own lack of self-esteem

Thieving the opportunity

For a soul to step

Into their own power

Perhaps I should become

A dominatrix psychologist

Get on your knees

Crawl to me

Lick my boots

Tell me about your relationship

With your mother

I suspect the council of ethics

Won’t approve my proposal

But

It would be a great plot

For a television show

Sometimes it’s good to poke fun at pain

The overly serious approach to recovery

Can be quite stifling