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Freudian Slip

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Poetry Contest

Write a poem based on the concept of the Freudian Slip

A Freudian slip is a slip of the tongue in which a word that the speaker was subconsciously thinking about is substituted for the one that he or she meant to say. In psychoanalysis, this is said to reveal the true subconscious of a persons thoughts and emotions.

Write a poem based on the concept of the Freudian Slip. Approach this any way you like, be it seriously or tongue in cheek.

Here are some Freud quotes for inspiration. A few extra bonus points if you manage to refer to one in your poem:

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.


One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

- The ego is not master in its own house.

- If youth knew; if age could.

- Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.

- The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.


* One entry per person
* Poetry, not prose.
* No length limit
* Please title your entry
* 3 Weeks
* Any questions, please ask.

Fire of Insight
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Astronomy Class

All the males in astronomy joked
With their tongues hanging out, as provoked,
When she meant to say Cygnus,
and not cunnilingus,  
But their lady professor misspoke!
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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Debbie and The Doctor

Debbie had men on the brain.          
She hadn’t been laid in a year.          
So she went to a clinical therapist          
Which is a very respectable career.          
His name was Doctor Mickley          
and he’d written many-a-book.          
She accidentally called him Doctor ‘Lick me’.          
He gave her a knowing look.          
She said “I just don't know what to do.”      
As she held a palm to her face.                                                                                  
It’s been so busy at work, I’ve had no time for sex.          
I’m stuck between a cock and a hard place.”          
“Don’t you mean a rock and a hard place?”      
The doctor said with a smirk.                                                               
“Yes, that’s what I said.” Moaned Debbie.          
“They've got me under the hump at work.”          
“I believe the phrase is under the pump.”          
“Yes, under the pump, why? what did I say?”          
“Oh, ah nothing.” Said the doctor,          
Thinking “This is my lucky day.”          
“I’ve been feeling a frustration,” Said Debbie,          
“pushing me down with a rough caress.          
Maybe I just need some time away          
to take off this unwanted dress.”          
“Which dress?” Asked the doctor.          
Debbie said “What do you mean dress?          
I said stress doctor Lick me please,          
Will you help me in my time of distress.”          
She said “Lately I’ve been worried about politics,          
do you think there might be a connection?          
I’ve been obsessed with who I’m gonna vote for          
in this upcoming erection.”          
“I see.” Said the doctor slyly,          
rubbing the crotch of his pants.          
“Sometimes it’s good to work these things out          
via interpretive dance.”          
“Now remove those high heels Debbie,          
this will really help you self express.”          
As she bent over he pulled out his phone          
and took a sneaky snap up her dress.          
“Now close your eyes, that’s right          
and be sure to keep them shut.”          
He said while perving at the photo          
of her round, underwear-less butt.          
“That’s right, now with your eyes closed          
I want you to imagine you're a tree.          
Tell me now, what sort of tree are you?”          
“A monogamy hard wood.” Said Debbie          
“Don't you mean mahogany?” Asked the doctor,          
slime building up on his tip.          
“Yes, a hardwood mahogany.” She said          
with a hand on the curve of her hip.          
“Good, now dance in a way to interpret it,          
feel the wind through your leaves, be free.”          
I feel the wind pushing me over.” She said          
I feel it savagely up-rooting me.”          
Debbie waved her arms above her head.          
She swayed. She twerked. She wiggled.          
She fell down softly to the white fluffy rug.          
He licked his lips as her pert jugs jiggled.          
“Tell me about your dreams.”          
Said the Doctor, (naked from the waist down)          
“Well sometimes when I’m sleeping,          
I dream of an obese, musical clown.”          
“Over and over he plays on the piano          
that eighties pop song ‘Venus’.          
Then his whole body turns to stone.          
He is a big, fat, rock-hard penis.          
“You mean pianist.” Said the doctor          
“Yes, that’s what I said.” She replied          
“Of course, that’s what I heard too.”          
He stroked his stiffy as he lied.          
She spun around opening her starving eyes,          
“Take me now doctor!” She screamed.          
He got such a shock from her shouting like that          
that he almost fuckin’ creamed.          
He got out from behind his desk          
and quickly locked the door to his room.          
Then he bent Debbie over a swivel chair          
and raw dogged her yearning poon.          
He fucked her east, he fucked her west,          
He fucked her north and south.          
He didn't ask if she had any STD’s          
He wasn’t one to look a gift whore in the mouth.          
And as all this hot business went on          
Freud watched down with pride from heaven.          
Wanking away on his angel cock          
Giving those crazy kids his blessin’.          
Written by RexDurkin
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Something if not predictable

Roundhouse idea on a plateau without doors
Rainfall dragging their dryness underground
Arthouse gingerbread soul cookie discounts
Shortwave track made in a tall booth sound,
As weather watching waits for bottom drops
Wedding crashers drive their cart into a cake
Making nothing from casts of broken dreams
Mockingbirds scoring the bad scenes you take,
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Slip of the Tongue

"Nice to eat you", he told her when he met her,
Pausing for a second as he shook her hand,
She was stunning and impeccably dressed,
The interview might not go according to plan.

"Nice to meat you", she responded with a smile,
(She knew her inflexion and what she meant)
Feeling a warmth trickling all over her body,
But now their subconscious began to vent.

"So tell me a little bit a butt yourself?" she asked,
Interested in him but not trying to make a pass,
"Ass you can see in my resume I studied economics,
I’m proud I graduated at the top of my class."

"Impressive, I’m a cum loud myself", she added,
Her body beginning to lean forward just a bit,
A tickling sensation now rushed through her,
With an electricity their bodies began to emit.

"This position will be right under me", she said,
"I think you’d be perfect in this kind of role",
Inching closer she asked, "when can you start?"
With his heart racing he said: "As soon ass pussible."

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Boo hoo for me!

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Rex, I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thank you Miss_Sub for the honor.

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