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The Sigmund Freud Ballads

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In the mood for some samples from the very far left field?
I excavated these recently…extracts from the “Sigmund Freud Ballads”.
Here are the ‘lyrics’ in order of files in zip.
1. Urge
Urge Urge Urge Urge…
A Yohimbe aphrodisiac…
Steve Reeves of carnal chemicals…
Swelled unrestrained he let it loose;Big-Mac propelled his Cadillac.A Rooster throb…a Truckers smear …
The shaft is shafting in full gear.
A grimy shot
A lifted sheet…
A peek at Onan’s dong replete;
Spotlights a stain…
A Kinsey puddle…
A squishy pornographic puzzle.
Urge Urge Urge Urge…

2.Opposition

Desire cries out…it’s hot!
Oh everything that’s Newton
Nebuchadnezzar is not!

3. Jung’s Schizophrenic

Oh you’re nuts
Yeah you’re nuts…

“The sun has a penis!”
cried Jung’s schizophrenic
and over the hill he went…
he just talked in rhymes
of the nuclear kind
and of theorem both straight
and bent…

4. Hot Dry Land

In a hot dry land,
Sandblasted believers tarry,
in air-conditioned Church-Malls-Bank-Salons,
Rubbing wounds with credit balm.

5. Signed, “Affectionately, Sigmund”

A cigar is sometimes only a cigar
What do women really want?
There is no answer so far…

That night into the tent
Crept Animal-Behavior…
And his sister Snake motif…
They were my saviors.
They bring a message sealed and delivered
Boy of Boy…
Signed with Affection,
Yours truly,
Sigmund Freud.

6. Oedipus
Your foot…
A problem.
Leaves your life vexed.
But the Sphinx…sits close by;
clever Gertrude Stein and Alice B. combined…
and for an answer…
beg a question…
to a riddle she’s been pondering…
which no man can seem to answer;
so she gets ready for her dinner.

Oh your poor mother
Queen Jocasta
And your sad father King Laius
You had to kill them off in hubris
And claim your prize complex-Oedipus

Now on my couch
You spill your fancies
Your psyche wedged into paralysis
And all because your lame and clubbed foot
Required expensive psychoanalysis.
Your foot…
A problem…

7.End of Pleasure

O Rods-n-reels splash in American Fields(&-Streams),
The calendars of Better-Homes attest,
As the anthem of Red, White & Blue…
Into final purple melt.

Hamburger and Bar-B-Q grill are
Left to Nature’s dirty inconveinient rains.
And in the gray-time,
After Late Show…you’re left naked…and
Exposed to jingles barren, bitten…what a mess.

(After another day of viewing pleasure).