The Parliament of Freud
The Parliament of Freud
In youth the infernal triad posture and prance
Like the kindergarten of the lower house;
Bit players on the eternal stage of life,
Pawns in the cosmic joust of evolution
Development and decay.
ID pork-barrels the marginal seats, whilst
Ego duns the sleeping ears with rhetoric,
And Super-Ego wrings its hands in despair.
The chattering classes look up with indifference
Before continuing on their way, playing out
Their own little drama on a parochial stage.
Yet at some point in life, wisdom prevails
And the tussle of ID with Super-Ego abates, as
One tempers its selfish demands and the
Other decides she’ll be right, so that
Ego finally gets a grip on reality.
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