Psychomachia One

With what you know of me, you still can love
This madman who just yesterday again
Called you her name – why can’t I be free of
That form and voice that right now crowds my brain?
You knocked three times my stupid brow
And spoke to it directly, “What’s in there?
I see her there. She’s squatting there. I vow
To break inside and smack her derriere.”
We laughed, of course, and that was that it seemed;
But then my thoughts again were in a knot –
The other one, who now awakened, screamed,
“So if she wants a fight, that’s what she’s got –
For I’m not going anywhere too fast,
And, nutty one, I know who’ll come out last.”