I Once Asked My Ego What Makes It Go

I once asked my ego what makes it go, What with vain-glory vanity and pride: It’s not I that’s on a vainglorious ride, Nor is arrogance my fuel, ye know, Nor vanity the vehicle I use, Nor I, me, mine be my identity, Air of pride ne’er does within me suffuse; What I can’t stand is soul’s false vanity— Boasting to be the true person behind, But my claim is humble and down to earth, Unlike him, I am my own unique kind, Discerning few do know my real worth, I do stand for reason and sanity, Confuse me not with id, nor super I. ______________________________________________ Freud gave the terms id, ego, and super ego, which someone interpreted as it, the I, and beyond I. Here in this light-hearted piece, ego points an accusing finger at id, and super ego, while pulling soul’s leg. The mood of the poem is tongue-in-cheek. ____________________________________________________ - Sonnets | 01.09.05 |