Freudian Chips

Superego sniffs my breath as I walk through the door.
Ego shows me his latest drawing.
Id hugs and tries to bite.

Superego lists my wrongdoings.
Ego goes to the kitchen to fix me a cup of coffee.
Id runs in circles.

Superego is my creation.
Ego developed on his own.
Id is all that survived.

Superego hates our similarities.
Ego watches and learns.
Id just loves me.