Poetry - I have little neuroses

I have little neuroses

That sit upon my knee

They act as if they hear

They act as if they see

They tap upon my leg bones

And whisper “Hee, hee, hee”

Pinching at my psyche

And giggling with glee

Their names are all forgotten

The labels all fell off

But one thing is for certain

I hear one if it coughs

I wish that they would go away

I wish that they would go now

Or settle down right quiet

To live a life of Tao

I wonder why they like me

I wonder why they stick

I wonder when they'll die
Wondering makes me sick

Some people keep them ever

Some people make them pets

I’d rather wear thick stockings

And wish them to forget