I am made of id
my ego don't mind
my superego
thinks it's all just fine. So
I surge in pursuit
of every urge
with drives all aligned
to degrees absurd, I don't
sublimate much if at all
these days. I never really
did but you'd be amazed
how little I miss
what I used to be.
Jump back! Kiss m'self
Ha! Ha!
It's me.
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