My Psyche

My id ate twelve donuts and proceeded to go nuts,

Coated in sugar and crumbs.

My super-ego blushed profusely, at behaving so loosely,

And apologized to concerned watching Mums'.

In came my ego following closely where we go,

And dragged them both up by their ears.

’Id, you’re a moron, control yourself, come on,

Super-ego, get a hold of your fears.’