She chooses not to.
She chooses to wear blue velvet, to sing blue velvet and to watch blue velvet.
She chose it years ago when you were still making fun of her in the schoolyard.
Who shall throw the stone first?
After too many stone beatings one starts throwing the stone first
Are you still throwing your stones?
Can you still see my bones
through all the thick fabric?
I went to school as a narcissist.
I got out of school still a narcissist
but with bruises all over my battered ego.
Ironically, the ego survived because of such a powerful and loving superego
that wouldn’t let just any bully in.
We are our own worst enemies, they say.
Well, only if your superego is a punishing, violent, hard to satisfy authoritarian
Mine was mostly an adulatory one.
Like David’s :
Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper Messiah.
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