Freudian Field Day
A mental mind freak,
Or just your every day,
Run of the mill nut bar,
If you prefer.
Eloquently presented,
But not really.
Unless bat crap crazy
Dressed up as a pretty girl,
Is your cup of tea.
Making friends with the blade too much,
Making enemies with food even more.
Puff puff,
And there’s a pretty little smoke ring
From one of many chain smoked cigarettes.
Crazy you say?
Nope, most certainly not.
I’m just a bloody field day
For every one of those Freud wannabes.
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