Freudian Slippage Poem by Stanley Cooper

When to our bodies the psyche was added
To give us our human mystique
Some required cells that were padded
For those psychos whose psyches were unique

Psychoanalysis was birthed
Fathered by Sigmund Freud
Patients in search of self worth
Pondered dreams they couldn’t avoid

They discovered deep-seated neurosis
Conveniently blamed on their past
Never dreaming all their psychosis
Their parents unwittingly caste

My folks caused me no nightmares
So Freud, stay out of my dreams
Blaming them for all of my scares
Seems to me, somewhat extreme

At least I thought that’s what I think
I think that’s what I thought
I think perhaps I’m on the brink
Of becoming over-wrought

Is it possible that Freud was right
With his theory on parental guilt-trip-ing?
And that’s why I feel so uptight
Neurotically Freudian slipping