PsYcHoTiC PhAlAnX…

Have been told this is me,

Can you believe it, can you see?

My phalanx does jump right up,

When it’s looked at by grownups…

Needs, it does, psycho-analysis,

Or better yet maybe just a passionate kiss,

Use of the tongue works to avoid a miss,

Oh excuse me, let me go and take first, a piss…

We herein are beyond psychotic,

This part, this parcel of the self, quite robotic,

Passed on and over it has been quite green from clover,

Making sense does not make sense, what side do you declare, of the fence…?

                                    © ed – 6/24/04