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