My Ego and My Psyche
What are we - twins?
His original sins to forgive
His disciplines need changing
Or its off the looney bins
We're trying to re-parent this fellow
He needs mellowing out
We hope he finds new schemes
They probably come from bad dreams
He's at a very precarious junction
Very frumpy mental attitude
Fragile as Humpty Dumpty
We always hold his hand
Whenever we cross the street
Or talk about his mammy
And give him a little treat
Heaven's forbid talk about Pappy
He says didn't make him happy
He sees through child's eyes
Laughs and cries all day
Paranoid,, thinks all we do is spy
Hardly ever plays, always upset
He even believes whatever we say
Spins in circles when he tries
From whose sight he still derives
Contrives his pleasure, punishment
Since the day he was deprived
Of the knowledge of his early show
And his dreams of Marilyn Monroe
Poor boy, so long ago
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