Freud... Really?!

To see the world
Through infant eyes,
All prayers answered
In a glucose prize.
In the stars
And fancy dress,
I believe,
We still obsess.
Yes, we retain childish laughter,
Whilst we perfect offensive jokes:
You poo-head, you toilet face,
Go blow yourself until you choke!
But the problem is,
Dearest Freud,
Is that your theory’s somewhat
VOID.
The facts are simple,
We don’t grow up,
Hell, I had a friend who had a strop
Because I stole her lollipop.
Is my Id so messed up,
That my superego’s rather fatal?
If my parents shamed my bladder,
Does that really mean that I like anal?
Yes we learn,
And constantly adapt.
But I’m sorry Freud,
I just can’t accept,
The Oedipus complex…
F**k that!

Author's Note

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[Zachary Cyrick Addams N..]

remarkable !