Oedipus and your social worker may not have much in common but Freud has tried to explain it all. Better have another can and throw the empty out of the car window.
Freud he solves our problems.
The social worker’s knife,
Cuts out all operations,
For Oedipus and wife.
Lies a little later.
Half-truths now appear.
Like roadside scattered litter.
And empty tins of beer.
The people they’re revolting.
With pleasure sleep the mind.
With entertainment bore them.
To thought and choice them blind.
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