Pass the pretty princess
Lying in the sand
Looking at the inkblots
A Freudian demand
Stands a huddled mass of
Laboratory rats
Who sit there nodding
Wires up the ass
In a vault of goblins and werewolves
Sits a box of horrid destruction
Plethora of symbols
All tied in some way
Act out a secret life
Another dimension
Somewhere hidden
On the perimeter of desire
Lurks the impulse behind one’s reason
Under his dialectical schemes
All those mock turtle dreams
Under his objective gaze
All of his mock turtle dreams
Diabolical queen
You’re drooling on my hand
Yes it gives you power
This statistical sham
Hiding from a childhood
Picked on in your youth
Now you really got them
With subconscious truth
Since the Fall
The terrible fall of man
We’ve seeked the ultimate contamination
The evil from the outside comes from within
Tidy little tidbits for necromancy
I do say that my id is bleeding
I do love you and your funky heart
If you do please excuse me
My libido just wet its pants