THE ENTREPRENEUR'S TALE
A MODERN ADAPTATION OF THE SUMMONER'S TALE FROM CHAUCER'S CANTERBURY TALES
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THE ENTREPRENEUR'S PROLOGUE
The entrepreneur glared at the
"I'll tell a tale," he said, "as all may read
Themselves of how most Freudians are frauds,
Not to speak of Jungians, and the hordes
Who call themselves Adlerians, and such,
Seducing patients, robbing them -- not much
Has not been documented. My former wife
Went to one, who ruined our lovely life,
Probably sleeping with her, but anyway
Remaking her, so one delightful day
She told me she was leaving me --" "The tale!"
The bartender reminded him. "The tale?"
The entrepreneur, distracted, said. "Oh, yes!
But who do you think it's about? I'll let you guess!"
THE ENTREPRENEUR'S TALE
There once was a therapist, a
"I'm a professional," she said. "My dealings
Are purely for some ready quid pro quo."
"Oh, this is that, quite certainly." "You know,"
She said, "that love can be no substitute
For money." He answered, "It's neither love nor loot,
But something one can't possibly divide,
That says precisely what I feel inside."
"I don't like guessing games," she said. "The session
Is already underway. My impression
Is that you want to have it from me free.
But you must pay if you would be with me."
"I'll pay you, then," he said, and turned around,
Pulling his pants and undies to the ground,
And, jutting out his ass to the right place,
Took a breath and farted in her face.
She said nothing, made no move at all,
As he pulled up his pants and stood up tall,
Smiling like a maniac, and said,
"I hope you will accept such pay instead
Of money. My insurance is all gone,
And no one will approve me for a loan."
She stared at him a while, and finally
She said, "You obviously need more therapy.
I'll refer you to a clinic where
They charge much less but still give you good care."
Crushed, the patient saw he was defeated,
And, standing while his tormentor was seated,
Looked down at her, helpless as a baby,
As she wrote down a phone number. "Maybe
Someday you'll be able to come back,
If you have the funds that you now lack,
And we can then resume our long, hard work."
"I know that you must think that I'm a jerk --"
He started to say. But she looked at her watch.
"You're looking for free time," she said. "Don't botch
The exit. Please, just go!" And so he went,
Thinking, as he into the woodwork blent,
Of this one tiny bit of saving grace:
That at least he'd farted in her face!
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