DR. MAX
I am caught up in duct tape
and can't move a thing. My arms
are behind my head, my feet are
ringed like a donut. If this is
torture, I am insipid. You've
read me all the scripture lines
you say I should know about -
the meek inheriting the Earth,
that 'don't look back' thing and
the pillar of salt, the prodigal
son bit, the plague and the
locusts. It's all over the place,
this is - all that anxiety and
fearsome angst. And then
they part the Red Sea like
they were parting Rachel's
hair. You want me to wail
and pray to this? Dr. Max,
I'm all twisted, and I
need to be fixed.
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