My Blotter
The ink was barely dry upon the page
When Rorschach snapped his pencil in a rage
"These shapes I see - they drive me mad!"
"They swirl in acts that Mom forbad!"
What is in the eye of the beholder
Well some say beauty - I'll be somewhat bolder:
Rorschach claimed it was the ugly truth
That inky spots obsess the shrinky sleuth
Blots and splotches, Freudian folderol
I hate to say such tripe, but overall,
You're just as likely to assess the psyche
By looking at what's in your baby's diapy
Contributors: | N, Roland, Kansas Sam, F, Beefy, smrtypnts. |
Poem finished: | 18th September 2003. |