Dejection To An Old Friend Poem by Cs. Smith

I don't mean to be Freudian, but you're packed with latent meaning.
(And don't even get me started on the shapes that you've been dreaming) .
The fallacies in your phallic dreams
Echo like your morals from past centuries
Outdated and trite, a self built on failing identities
Crying out for tales of the solemn Euripides
And have you always been this insular? Certainly not that I can infer.
Must be a recent development, one I wish was a little less relevant