On a train, my superego, my ego, and my id
On a train, my superego, my ego, and my id
saw a beautiful woman on our way to Madrid.
And at my first illicit thought, my superego said, "No!"
And my ego, raising the eyebrows, said, "Oh?"
And my id? My id just did - what my id always did.
Copyright © Marinus Jansen | Year Posted 2025
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