Psyche view The superficial Persona, With only a moral propose, With Freud’s cocaine stomach, A running kid in the cemetery, A broken knife in pieces, SEX, SEX, SEX, So let’s have a psychological play,
That the unconscious rides,
Hides the interior complexes,
Of an inferiority mind.
And a shadow inside,
Who screams inside with his id,
Give me pleasure or lies.
And Jung dark spiritual rampage,
Adler hope to his Alfred,
The dynamics of madness.
Of a reality check memory,
On this unconscious allegory,
Of a life threading anomaly.
Which is harder to cut?
With no others to play,
Bodies can make it up.
There is nothing more,
GREAT, GREAT, GREAT,
I’m nothing more.
Were the psyche is the role,
Of an impedimental step,
To live happy ever after.
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