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