Check Me in with Dr. Freud
A Poem Inspired by Ignorance
Notwithstanding the morning sky
crystal clear and ever so bright
Was it the sound of a million sighs
in that despairing grey matter of mine
Riddles, mischiefs, tales, and lies
Ironies are soaring high
Attempts to abnegate the question why
on this planet they stubbornly reside
Humanity has arrived at closing time
What that entails is out of line
One could blame the philistines
Those with untold amounts of ludicrous pride
O thou shall pardon me and my lexical choice
These are sentiments I simply can’t avoid
I sure condone no schadenfreude
But a session is needed with doctor Freud
About the Creator
Ashley Tong
If I were a painter, linguistics would be my palette, and poetry my favourite brush. If I were an artist, nature would be my muse, and music my companion, and I shall endeavour to depict life as I see it.
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