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Swimming in the Longest River

Prodding in the dark for affection,

Night will hide sleepy woes,

Hazel hair sleek as an otter’s,

Amphibious creature, friend or foe  

 

Gave him a book on Freud’s lectures,

Only book he read, least that’s what he said, 

‘Don’t deny erotic pleasure’

Page well-thumbed, found the line he needed

 

Freud never got to beloved Egypt

Fled the Nazis, not his fears,

They say the longest river there

Is denial, is denial,

Is denial, is denial

 

We’re all swimming in that river,

I would oft’ come up for air

Lately my lungs have expanded

That, or I’ve developed gills

 

I’m prodding in the dark for affection,

Night reveals sleepy woes,

Hazel hair sleek as an otter’s

Ambiguous creature, friend or foe

 

Tried to twist it into hope,

But something snapped, somebody broke,

And your shielded by your guilty cloak,

Too little too late, the demon spoke

 

Freud never got to beloved Egypt

Fled the Nazis, not his fears,

They say the longest river there

Is denial…

 

We’re all swimming in that river,

I would oft’ come up for air,

Lately my lungs have expanded,

That, or I’ve developed gills

 

We’re all swimming in that river,

I would oft’ come up for air,

Lately my lungs have expanded,

That, or I’ve developed gills

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