Poetry Competitions

When bullies in the schoolyard play and throw their egos in the fray it soon becomes quite evident what Sigmund of Vienna meant. I see I'd better take my leave before some little devils weave a net to catch my nasty tongue or they decide that I be hung. My friend the old Bavarian shrink just never asks what I would think He cautions me to stay with peers and buy my grievances at Sears. Before I close may I observe that my own mother had the nerve to say 'stay out of that there forum' but vist places of decorum. I secretly am quite convinced that she, whose words are never minced is now regressing to an age where anger, scorn and wanton rage appear to feed inside the mind JUSTIT-IA, though well confined. Revert I say but count me out I shall remain a walkabout. Grown men will never act like kids they know of Freud and its and ids. Like all of us, we like our toys and when we play, we play as boys.