Sigmund's Full of Shit

when you’ve been

on both sides of the fence,

you know it’s not a question

of which side is greener,

it’s only a matter of

which side is green at all, and

you quietly wonder at

what a cruel, terrible joke

this is;

do the questions never

have an answer?

and you silently wish

for a reason,

an excuse,

some childhood abuse,

daily beatings

or a solid drop on the head,

anything to explain

why

you are the way you are

but there is nothing;

only proving

Sigmund’s full of shit.

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