Poem 41 (87) -- If you happen to be a friend of Freud

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

If you happen to be a friend of Freud
You might believe in his theory,
Or, at least, you might have a query
About our desire to re-enter the void
From which we all came–otherwise called the womb.
It goes a little something like this:
Since our mind’s first sensation
Happens during the nine-month gestation
When we are in a state of unknown bliss,
It’s to there we all desire to return…subconsciously.
But you can’t take the doctor literally.
For instance, when my lady and I are in bed–
Lying under the comforter which is red,
It could be like a womb, metaphorically.
I think this is what I was supposed to learn in class.
It’s been a long, eight or more year quest,
And now I can finally find some relief
From that Austrian man and his beliefs.
So with this poem I happily put to rest
All my thoughts and troubles about this subject.
Baby, now that that’s out of my head,
Why don’t we spend the rest of the day in bed?
 

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