Id Boy

Id Boy lives on a high hill,
in the deep wood; gorging himself on dreams.

He demands and shrieks,
laughs and weeps,
wanting the live-long day.

His house is vast
and empty;
sprawling, dark and grey.

He sleeps often,
and deeply.
Pleasures himself weakly.

Id Boy lives in his skin,
on his nerves; full of beans
and dreams.