A Poem by Anna Russell

I went to my psychiatrist to be psychoanalyzed
to find out why I killed the cat and blackened by 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!