Changing Therapists Poem by Ima Ryma

Under my bed the monsters be.
A phobia I've had for years.
Spent a fortune on therapy,
But never been cured of these fears.
After leaving my therapist,
Upon a park bench did sit I.
My monster fears still did persist.
Next to me sat a homeless guy.
I found myself telling him 'bout
Monsters under my bed did stay.
I was so desperate no doubt.
The homeless guy to me did say,

'Forget the therapy, instead, '
'Just saw the legs off of your bed.'