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?