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5/29/2026 for The Marvelous Thingamajig Poetry Contest sponsored by Daniel Henry Rodgers
The Rationalizer-DHR
Once, when I was just a child,
my thoughts were innocent. I was undefiled,
playing with my toys.
There were Slinkys and Play-Doh, too,
plastic models and airplane glue,
fun for little boys.
But, one day, I decided to be like my dad.
I couldn't do it with the toys I had,
So, I went to Freud's hardware store.
"Nice beard, Sig. I'm tired of playing blocks."
The man behind the counter opened a box
inside a hidden drawer.
"Pandora's box has caused trouble since the world began,
but I've got these, if you want, young man."
What the heck did he mean?
He continued to talk, "Tyke, don't you fret.
Id, ego, and superego, they come as a set."
His eyes took on a strange gleam.
I paid him his money and back home I sped
to put the interlocking parts in my head
(without anesthesia).
But these pieces didn't coordinate.
Superego, told id, "You're my subordinate".
Id heard but had amnesia.
Ego pursued self-interest to the hilt,
but superego filled him up with guilt.
So, I went back to the store.
"I don't feel good since I bought this stuff."
With a devil's grin, Sig said, "That sounds tough.
You just need one thing more".
"It's expensive", he said, with a look of greed,
but I think it's something you might need,
and his eyes began to shine.
"Think of it as a kind of sanitizer.
Its trade name is 'The Rationalizer'."
I bought one, and I feel fine.
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