The poor woman, a slave to her id,
Kept the worst of her excesses hid…
God! If people but knew
The strange things that she’d screw…
Dogs and such… even once a live squid!
Tag: id
Pandora's box
Miss Pandora confined her wild id
In its box, and she sat on the lid;
But her impulse was such…
Being tempted so much…
She reached down and… you know what she did!