The first poem I’ve seen that mentions Freud. (Not an exact
reference…)
Twenty-three
by Liam Rector
When he was 23 and beautiful
He liked to hang around
With other beautiful people.
He liked to get intoxicated with them,
Have sex with them, make money
With them. Among them,
He found, one did not have to strain.
Taken from the Ernest Becker Listserv Discussion Archives
