Jesus Saves, Moses Invests, Gather Pays (not quite a poem)

I have a fluffy ego
I keep it on a chain
we go skipping in the parks
and dancing in the rain
 

and while my fluffy  ego
might appear a little plain
life without my ego
just wouldn't be the same
 

I love my fluffy ego
I take it everywhere
but every place that we go
people stop and stare
 

they say that it's pity
it's such a crying shame
to keep a wild animal
secured upon on a chain
 

but my fluffy little ego
has a secret life
it often orders me to go
and argue with my wife
 

or it throws a little tantrum
cause it hasn't got it's way
then my fluffy little ego
will sulk and steal away
 

off it goes a-wandering
searching for some spoils
sometimes even plundering
other peoples toils
 

but it always come back home again
early in the morn
looking broken hearted
distraught, and badly worn
 

then my fluffy little ego
hides beneath the bed
refusing to be comforted
no matter what is said
 

and its wounds are very slow to heal
its eyes are hard to dry
it just lies upon the bare floorboards
sobbing "why, oh why, oh why?"
 

but then without much warning
it will leap up from the floor
and urge me to go out again
and push me out the door
 

then my fluffy little ego
once more upon its chain
will take me skipping in the parks
and dancing in the rain