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Thoughts of a Dying Psychologist

March 23, 2008

My lyrical interpretive dance for Ms. Moon’s AP Psychology class. Probably the best piece of satire I’ve done, somehow.

Hysteria, dementia, paranoia,

he jerks-behaviorism.

Stumbling, blocking, crashing.

Newspaper stands fall before him.

The present on the pavement.

Chaining alliteration,

Alzheimer’s atrocious amnesia

he is up!

Modeling his punishment,

his reward is the most negatively

positive-

I’m certain of it!-

reinforcement.

His classical conditioning,

lifetimes of classrooms

offering nothing.

Retrieval is useless in oblivion.

Flailing about, he is extinction.

Bystanders, observational learning.

Stumbling, bumbling

Into the street, he shouts

incoherence, tip-of-the-tongue

warnings from repressed memories

of lives not lived.

Spontaneous recovery.

He remembers.

Car accident.

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