the id of Trump
Donald Trump is the id:
the part of us that just wants,
that brooks no restriction
on how to feel, what to say, how to act,
that infantile part of us
that wants to squirm away from rules,
from the parent, the reality, that tells us “no,”
that maturity that forces us to act
as if the world does not revolve around us,
no matter how much we wish that were so,
maybe Trump is our Las Vegas,
a way to imagine we can forget what we’ve done,
a way to let go and indulge our baser selves,
and not suffer the consequences,
woe be unto us if the child within us
elects to follow the lesser aspects of ourselves,
how much better to follow the child within us
who is open to believe, to grow, to expand,
that child whom Jesus cautioned us
can lead us into the kingdom of heaven,
that other child leads us the other way.
by Henry H. Walker
May 27, ‘16thanks to Google Images for picture
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