Freud and Jung
pick through a pile
of dung
Jung and Freud
scream into
the void
leftover dream
material, Freud hunts
the obvious while Jung
hangs on the edges
of subtlety but every
now and then they
find a scrap that is
pleasing to the both
of them (what to do?
what to do?)
and sometimes
a shoe is just
a shoe, Jung
grabs at the heel
while Freud is hung
up on the toes
count 'em
each. one. of. them.
is ridiculous