Confident Error

Three common nouns, the doctor said aloud.
The patient tried to park them in his head.
They talked of other things – they here-and-now’d,
and drew a bit, and even backwards-read.
The doctor then requested he recite
the words provided at the session’s start.
With confidence, the patient gave two right,
but for the third his recall veered athwart.

Instead of single syllable, he three’d.
Instead of furniture he named an ape.
His certainty was absolute. Indeed,
that quality received the doctor’s gape.
Can “error confidence” be cured? I shrug.
I doubt it will respond to shrink or drug.

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