A gloomy young fellow was brooding
He was worried he wasn’t well liked,
“Inferiority complex?” he wondered
And so his anxiety spiked.

He thought that perhaps some solution
Could be found in the Freudian realm
And he started his therapy treatment
With a staunch PhD at the helm.

“Well your close,” said the doctor months later
As he heaved a big Freudian sigh,
“But the answer is really quite simple,
You’re just an inferior guy.”

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