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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