19 stycznia 2012

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Arthur Geddes
Arthur Geddes

Salutations Mr Freud

Salutations Mr Freud
 
Eyes open
Brew tea
Nip to corner shop
Sun in hand
Cup of tea
Slice of toast
First page three
Oooooooh
What a lovely pair
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Contentment
Take a rest
Back to the couch
T.V. on
Sit and stare
Bomb blasts
Many dead
Psychopath on the loose
Sit and stare
Day over
Warm bed
Eyes shut
Eyes open
Brew tea
Nip to corner shop
Sun in hand
Cup of tea
Slice of toast
First page three
Oooooooh
What a lovely pair
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Contentment
Salutations Mr Freud
 
 

Naykd Poet
20 stycznia 2012 o 16:42

Written with the whimsical air of a Brit. typically sublime in its sexual overtone, with humble regard to the man - well done!

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Eugene Pal
23 stycznia 2012 o 18:43

This made my insides warm

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George Krokos
25 stycznia 2012 o 14:32

Sounds like a description of the monotony and routine of daily life endured with an analytical mind.

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Arthur Geddes
25 stycznia 2012 o 14:47

Well I was playing with the idea that Freud has with SEX being humanity's main driver. Page 3, sex etc, so up we get, first thing we do is think about page 3, then put the tele on watch all this violence without really thinking about what's going on, then off to bed, then wake up, then first thought is sex and the violence that we witnessed the previous day is totally insignificant!!

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