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My Id Was Demanding

I took out my id and went for a walk. She was in a daring mood and started to squawk. I want cotton candy, popcorn and a fresh hot dog too. She was most demanding before she was through. I laughed at her urges, they came hard and fast. She was jealous of attractive women we passed. I want that scarf, those shoes, that tiny skirt too. I heard her screaming way out in the blue. She wanted to be satisfied, and right now of course. A jockey rode by on a sorry looking horse. Look at the sky, I encouraged my ID. Wonderful weather! She concentrated on what we lacked, difficult to tether. Urges needs and desires, came quickly to my mind. She was demanding almost all of my listening time. I had never seen her this impatient or angry before. Impatience compelled me to run back to my door. I locked her in hard. I locked her in tight. I put her into a cage, that felt exactly perfectly right. She was still shrieking, demanding with a loud again scream. I could barely tame her until we got to a worthwhile dream.

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Date: 11/24/2019 6:26:00 PM
She is very controlling, isn't she? Cute.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/24/2019 11:49:00 PM
Unbelievably!
Date: 11/23/2019 7:33:00 PM
Freud s beaming at you from wherever he wound up. (LOL)… Seriously this is terrific. So creative!!...As a former psychology teacher (in addition to English), this is A FAVE! Thanks, Gershon
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/23/2019 10:48:00 PM
Thank you so much! I entered this in a "id" contest and received a pithy honorable mention which was a shock as I was expecting it to do much better. I have a feeling the person who ran the contest did not understand id at all. Not like we do anyway.
Date: 11/23/2019 5:55:00 AM
Witty poem - dreams can be weird - sometimes you can't stop them. Often I wake up have a sip of water and lie back down and the same dream comes back again - then I wake up properly, go and make a cup of tea or answer a few comments on the computer and that's the end , I sleep like a baby - dreams have a short memory -- liked what you did to your Id, deserved to be locked up! Hugs, Jennifer.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/23/2019 6:35:00 AM
She certainly does! Thanks for stopping by Jennifer.
Date: 11/22/2019 10:54:00 PM
Funny. Good poem, Caren. Blessings and love, Gina
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/23/2019 6:35:00 AM
Thank you Gina.

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