Every year I set goals with my therapist.
Last year, we bought him a boat.
The year before, it was his time-share in Miami.
This year, we’re sending his youngest son to college.
When I finally worked up the courage to confront him
about the inequity of this arrangement, he complimented
me on my progress and suggested we make an appointment
for next week to discuss my feelings at greater length.
Penguin Poems 
oh my… well over-drawn but wondering how many people are dependent on their therapist and do whatever they say without even thinking..
haha…sound like he has some greater goals…fun poem…
cool verse.