you go to a seminar
to help you
get in touch with
your inner self.
teaching you
how to relax
and leave the small
irritations
of life behind.
but the people
there only add to
your misery.
they are
pretending so hard
to be happy, looking
deeply into
your eyes and giving
you that extra
hippy like warm
handshake that
you want to
smack them with
your expensive
work book that
they gave you when
you signed up,
and crack the plastic
umbrella
that says don't
sweat the small
stuff along
the top against
their knees. you
want your money
back.
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