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 wonder quietly 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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