February Poem 25/28
Id, Idd n Ego
Battle between my wits and senses
The Id, The IDD, the ED, the Ego
Four battling against my inner defenses
Fifth one's free, the last amigo
I see the isle, the sea I see
Indeed, I- It might be DID
BRB, one last soiree
Before I return to my resting plea
I am a decidedly better beast or at least
Not functionally worse for wear and tear
When shedding personas, I shed a tear
And sheding alone is my greatest fear
Oblique Strategy of the day: Infinitesimal gradations