Tis the old squeak heard from the door of the cerebral partition

Which regulates the unspeakable thoughts & hence one’s cognition

This door has become torn with time & the primal Id surrenders

To the pressures from the ego to bear its presence it is so rendered

Tis the beginning of the decay of that moral & action forward

Herein will feed the green-bellied demons a step toward

The moral dilemma of obliging the tainted soul to take that over

That which is corrupt & erupt all maladaptive things near, moreover

One must be brave and not give in to the tempting partition

For it is out of self-pity to deny these urges for self-recognition

Fight this war in bullet-proof, full-body, self-protective gear

For you are fighting for yourself as well as those you hold dear