“I went to my psychiatrist to be psychoanalyzed.
To find out why I killed the cat and blacked my 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 mommy 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 towards my brothers,
And so it follows naturally I poisoned all my lovers.
But I am happy; now I’ve learned the lesson this has taught:
Everything I do that’s wrong is someone else’s fault.” -Anna Russell