Sense Sonnet - Acher

Conform Abnorm

Conformity - that's what my shrink
Maintains makes me a mental case.
Conforming what I do and think
To find I fit in the rat race.
I'm hitting my shrink's couch so much,
My body imprint's on display
From all of my conforming touch.
My shrink says I'm making headway.
In order to pay my shrink's fees,
A second job I've had to take.
But my shrink says that my disease
Means never getting a couch break.

My shrink says that I'll never be
Fully cured of conformity.