Here's the last one on a similar subject.
And this one is strictly Freudian.
It's called "For an obligate parasite."
Mother, I am sick.
Mother, I am sick of alcohol and grown up foods.
That blue milk diet that I used to suck is what I need.
If you give up your sour weeds, I
will tear out my permanently biting teeth.
So we can be attached again as sucker shark and shark.
I mouthless on you, and you savagely mouthed.
Oh, we will cross the deeps as pure efficiencies, where
life obeys its first imperative of desire, eat.
And not the second, screw.
Oh, I will close my eyes so tight they
disappear in trusting sleep.
Who needs them?
Wills, lovers, you.
That's an analysis of a friend of mine who will be nameless.
[LAUGHTER]