CBT may work or not for others,
But what never will cut it for me any more
Is CBTK as some big happy family.
And still I do believe that CBTK
Without the T and K, and their dreadful control freakery,
Will one day soon, one day wooed,
Be something so bloody good for me
That even I shall be able to dismiss
The cry of stupid why.
And if CB were – casually! – in some manner
Part of that tiresome TK sack,
Or simply, flatly, ham-fistedly to the
Disappointing max of thoughtless precluding,
Then conversation with her I’d love to have
To calmly and collectingly
Put – reflected! – my position.
And if by some happenstance fabulous
She had been on my side this widely from the start,
Then there would be little left for us to do
Than let the motherfuckers talk.
Because you and I would have,
The tide of our lives!
… and goddamn