Sowohl Jung als auch Freud with Doctoral Research Deployed
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Let’s call him F so he will not be nailed
By scholars as their slimy searching spies
(Supposing I have kept him velvet veiled
Inside the veins of loving blood). Sharp eyes
Will want to wreak their worst against my heart
Long dead, their purpose to extract from lines
Their unsexed meaning. Scholars make lines smart
With unintended meanings, sexy shrines
Of lust, if possible, from what they mine
In dust and papers from my life. They’ll twist
Wherever possible a loving line
To crudity with naughtinesses kissed.
Kissed? Raped, more like — their implications yanked
From innocence, with love itself outflanked.
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