Reflections of Freud
I am rather annoyed
To be studying Freud.
The ego, superego, and id.
I wish to take an eraser
To his subconscious glacier
He must have been one messed up kid.
What he claimed to discover
About a son and his mother-
I can only say “Heaven Forbid!”
This Oedipal obsession,
His misguided thoughts upon repression,
And basically most things he did
Are utterly devoid
Of all things I’ve enjoyed.
Much like that hour I spent studying Freud.
This poem is about:
Me
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