You look at the boisterous boy
and you see something simple
an idiot of the id
spouting about desires
and wishes and negativity and such.

There is more.
He will speak ill
drilling down to your worst pains
with little hesitance.
He will easily attack.
He shall harm, humorously.

It is true. I will prove it to you.
And I’ll give you a clue:
Just ask “Who are you?”
and he’ll quickly throw you through
a teenage wasteland of his own devising.

It won’t be pretty
but it’ll be be cruel
and it will be his doing.