The Big Book of Therapy
If you think of humans as rare
as snowflakes, your world
is constantly melting.
If you think of humans as essential
to keeping dogs happy,
someone will always want
to buy you a beer.
Credit
Copyright © 2017 by Bob Hicok. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 10, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“I was vacuuming when I realized I don't like vacuuming. So I stopped and wrote this poem. It's a protest poem against vacuuming.”
—Bob Hicok
Author
Bob Hicok
Bob Hicok was born in 1960. His poetry collection This Clumsy Living (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2007) was awarded the 2008 Bobbitt Prize from the Library of Congress.
Date Published
05/10/2017