My id Has Become

My Id has become

a mole in a hole                      aggravation

a rock in a sock                       irritation

a loon out of tune                    deviation

worried and grim                      trepidation

can’t feel my limbs                    castration

thoughts run together                masturbation

can’t bear cold weather              mummification

losing my touch                           alienation

needing a crutch                          illumination

eating too much                           rumination

brain turned to mush                    alteration

stuck in a rut                                 frustration

the only way out                            liberation

is blocked by self-doubt                rationalization

the hole’s closing in                      annihilation

it’s sink or it’s swim                       analyzation

the id has to go                                BANG!