[P] Poem For Psycology Class

My psych teacher got it in her head that giving us a poetry assignment would help us in the learning process. That was probably a mistake (yes, you want poetry? Why not take the level 300 class that Mr. Smock teaches, mmkay?), but i personally had fun with it. So i figured i'd post. Each movement corresponds to a particular psychologist, and is labeled accordingly.

If you've ever had to write a poem for a class that has nothing to do with poetry, post it here.

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<b>I. Freud</b>
Once in my dreams my mother tried to tell me
that i was in love with my father.

Or was it the other way around?

Except my mother was an angry supermodel transvestite
and my father was a phallic symbol


And these vague inklings of possibilities
that the government might certainly be transmitting
that Pespi has the real vanilla
and how moms like you choose Jif

Or that way you'd love to bash in your friend's skull
(that wouldn't be very nice)


Back to that time when you were two
and your older brother
told you about that monster under the bed

But you don't remember
because that same night
that bastard jumped out of the closet instead
and you didn't sleep for weeks


<b>II. Jung</b>
Last i thought about the way
people always manage themselves
into a job box they hate
and made socialism into paintings
in their dreams to share with
their friends or made a startling
discovery of faith or alchemism
and the way it represented everything
on the planet as life energy
that tasted like Freud but i can't believe
it's not butter and besides energy
is about redistribution not condiments -
Well let's just say i was well past
midlife crisis.


<b>III. Adler</b>
Remember all those times your parents told you
to work harder
be better
study longer
set goals
mow the lawn (builds character)
and not let the cool kids get you down
Because you'll be the next cure for Cancer
And really
Who can say what perfection is anyway
Since though dependence is for the dependent
Your comings and goings will still certainly find the door
Even past the time you traded your fear of public restrooms for a dent in the couch
Which is certainly a sign of this or that and an indicator of the other thing
But all you got out of it was an inferiority complex?


<b>EDIT:</b> Damn, typo in the title. Ouch.

I never would of thought of studying by forming poems... GAWD that would of made Anthropology WAY MORE FUN.

Those are real sweet Blanco ;p