Mind, it is not to be controlled
but controls the rest
it sets no example but wanders
thoughts inane and inappropriate
such savage things that can't be said
id takes over the mind is overcome
it has become an instrument of psychology
freud's brainchild is in cranium
its mood ebbs and flows with no restraint
it is not to be suppressed
when around them mind descends
becomes the gutterball that it always hides
memories I daren't relate reflect off the interior
thoughts, thoughts, they make my skin crawl
