the string around my finger reminds me I’m
guilty of
                whack a mole
                                         crimes committed in
dreams I can’t remember, a spree by my
Doppelganger dark side I hide      
                                                       whack a mole  

Jung said whatever I deny consciousness will
keep reappearing        
                                 whack a mole
                                                          until I
acknowledge it, which I’m willing to do I’ll even
sign a blank confession you can fill in the
             whack a mole
                                      but confession is a lie told
to cover up another  
                                   whack a mole
                                                             until the arm