CBT Song

I fear I may have missed the deadline for the Birmingham & Solihull Mental Health Userwatch competition for the most truthful poem, since the winner's already been announced. Oh well, I thought they might accept a late entry, which is, as usual, my bastardisation of someone else's carefully arranged outrage:

CBT Song (with apologies to Eric Idle)

Fuck you very much for CBT
Fuck you very much for reminding me
That the way I feel has no relation to what's real
And that no one really cares what happened to me
So fuck you very much for CBT
For trivialising and reducing me
To an emotional bureaucrat in my crisis management hat
I shouldn't say shouldn't, and even ought at that
I should make my bed and comb my hair in my railroad flat
So fuck you all so very much

Below is the original 'FCC Song' as performed by Eric Idle, and the complete lyrics can be found here. I'd welcome some additional verses and if someone who can sing and play the guitar (in other words, not me) feels like recording it and uploading it onto YouTube, that would be way cool. (But remember, it's just a feeling.)