The Legacy of Freud.

Michael Jackson, the modern day Peter Pan is dead. News flash! So, I figured it's probably a suitable time to clean out my own little slice of Neverland, and do away with my freakishly child like room. 

Which means, I think I want to throw out everything I've ever owned, ever. 

Although, I've come across some wonderful things. 

Which, I probably don't want to do away with forever.

Dear internet, here is my ode to Freud. 

It's a mans world. 
Every dog has a bone. 
And You got none.
Leaving you hungry, 
The future is blown. 

Something is missing, 
Ignighting a fear
Castration, Castration
(Daddy, I love you.)
Where too from here?

//It's a girl thing. 
//You ain't got it. 
//Gender fixation. 
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it. 
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it. 
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Breasts, inferior.
Your dad, superior. 
But baby, 
He don't want you.
Make yourself pretty, 
For another man. 
How do you do it?
Down girl, Down. 
Rugburn! Rugburn!

//It's a girl thing. 
//You ain't got it. 
//Gender fixation. 
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it. 
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it. 
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Hey Girl!
You got Penis envy.
Penis envy, 
A girl's disease. 
Gender separation.
You know how to fix it.
Down girl! 
On your knees. 
That's right. 
Down girl!
You need rugburn!

//It's a girl thing. 
//You ain't got it. 
//Gender fixation. 
//Clitoral Stimulation.
//You'll never possess it. 
//So on your knees bitch.
//Caress it. 
//(Rugburn!! Rugburn!! Hey Freud, I have Rugburn!!)

Rugburn, Rugburn.
No Penis?
You need rugburn!
Hey bitch, 
Where's your rugburn?
Oral fixation.
For your situation. 
Rugburn! Rugburn!
Caress it. 
Rugburn rugburn rugburn rugburn