Jung’s Red Book, on sale at last!
I search for the copy I will purchase;
Reject one whose pages fold up at the corners,
And another on whose pages the ink became tired and slept,
Stopping mid-sentence so Dr. Jung has had to pen the missing words by hand.
The copy I purchase — 60 percent off! Such a bargain! —
Has a leather cover that holds, pocketed within itself,
A leather holster. No gun.
Dr. Freud: What do you make of that?