I went to my psychiatrist

I went to my psychiatrist


I went to my psychiatrist to be psychoanalyzed
To find out why I killed the cat and blacked my
husband’s eyes.
He laid me on a downy couch to see what he could find,
And here is what he dredged up from my subconscious
mind:
When I was one, my mommie hid my dolly in a trunk,
And so it follows naturally that I am always drunk.
When I was two, I saw my father kiss the maid one day,

And that is why I suffer now from kleptomania.
At three, I had the feeling of ambivalence toward my
brothers,
And so it follows naturally I poison all my lovers.
But I am happy; now I’ve learned the lesson this has
taught;
That everything I do that’s wrong is someone else’s
fault.

Anna Russell wrote this in the 1960’s: