- My therapist told me
- for difficult folk,
- To write them all letters,
- and then, up in smoke,
- You set them on fire
- and watch them all burn.
- You'll find that your grievances
- never return.
- So with those instructions
- I sat down to write
- Then as she suggested,
- I set them alight.
- Some people died screaming,
- some died in their sleep.
- I've still got those letters
- stacked up in a heap.____
by Albert Semple
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