Teenage Daydream

I’m a bohemian girl I wear my hair in curls, I wear maxi skirts And denim shirts. I wear long earrings And black stockings. I like folk songs, And pierced tongues. I like Wittgenstein, And Melanie Klein. I had psychotherapy, But it was given to me free. As I am so interesting, And so infinitely trusting. My unconscious mind Is an analyst’s find. I have such wise dreams, On intellectual themes. I see all my lives From new perspectives. I was an Egyptian Queen, Feeling extremely mean. I loved Mark Anthony His touch was a symphony Written by Schubert,odd, Because Cleopatra was long gone When Schubert composed his songs And his symphonies too. So time has got all curled up, Like a snake in a drinking cup. Now I have woken again, I want that dream all over again. I want a Roman Emperor To be a sexual tempter. I shan’t mind at all, If I hear him call. I’ll be excitedly glad When my hormones go mad. I’m a Bohemian girl, I’ll make any man’s hair curl