Quick and Unedited Response to The Repetitions of Hopeful Optimism

Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking,
Comes  the ever repeating notes
Of the neverending songs.

Each time the  song is sung,
Each time the Heart is won,
Each time the Tale is spun.

If Today is Yesterday's Dream 
That we've forgotten to forget,
Then, Tomorrow is Now.  

Repression is the delusion of the fury,
The arm around a neck and down an arm,
Cramped breeches and moist panties.

Oh, Daddy, thanks for the chocolates and flowers. 
We were just listening to Mozart
And discussing Plausible Deniability.