A funny thing happened to me
on the way to this couch.
It was no joke though:
my Id decided to pick a quarrel
with my Ego. My Superego took sides.
War broke out
and my Libido became a refugee
fled to a distant boundary
leaving my body behind to cope with
the decimation of its forces.
It was lucky that Intelligence
picked up Libido’s whereabouts
and I found I was still
Jung enough to know
the pleasures of losing my sang-Freud.
Highly amusing - love the internal rhyme, and the last two lines are a hoot! Word play at its very best! ! S ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So clever! I am in awe. Glad I found you Janice....