Oedipus Rex, really good at the riddle
but fate, it turns out, can't be beaten
spinning its web, sitting smack in the middle
observing us eat or be eaten
pity Jocasta, the sins of our mothers
nourishing, straight from the tit
oedipal complexes, like all the others
wit matters not, not a whit
Author notes: wc 53
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