To Sigmund

Sigmund are you listening?
I'm snorting up and trying to escape
my parents hate me and the world I cant take
Sigmund whats the solution?

the papers are full of bullshit that paint
a mysterious picture of the world and its ways
while the government smuggles in my coke
some poor moron with a joint gets pulled in for dope

The demons infest me Sigmund
I am not a man with hope
the poverty depresses me
cos its magnetism is too strong to behold

It drags me down into the gutter
coloring me brown with slime and green with snot
feeling my nether regions with pain and sharp obtuse angles
Sigmund are you there?

Or am I imagining you in your great white beard
all knowing, staring benevolently
confident and unafraid
or Sigmund, do my eyes simply misinterpret?

Are you but a loser just like all of us
who thought you could succeed in the realm of the psyche
you did, for you were good
but to understand the true nature of man, you never could.