Trump’s Psyche — A Theory
Photo by Michael Vadon (Flickr, CC BY 2.0)
There’s “great,” there’s “greater,”
Then come I!
I see myself,
I swoon, I sigh!
Oh Mother, how I love me!
Love, The Donald
I swim in billions!
Bathe in gold!
I’m so successful!
Lo! Behold!
It’s true, dear Mom! I love me!
Love, The Donald
You don’t believe me?
Look, up there!
My name! It’s huge!
It’s everywhere!
Believe me, Mom, I love me!
Love, The Donald
I’m not a loser!
Not a tool!
I’m not a lightweight!
Not a fool!
You hear me, Mom? I love me!
Love, The Donald
It’s right, Mom, that I
Love myself!
With all my brilliance!
All my wealth!
It’s right, Mom, that I love me!
Love, The Donald
And yet, dear Mother,
All that said,
The question, still,
That racks my head
Is Mommy…
Do you love me?
Love, your Donald
~~Kenn Shapiro
Fresh Rhetoric 
you picked perfect picture for a post
Glad you think so—thank you! And kudos to the photographer, Michael Vadon.
What nice clean work to stumble on to, thanks.
Much thanks, John—very kind of you.
Nice Kenn. As good a psycho-analytical supposition as any. Keep up the good work and all the best, Jim Shapiro
Thank you, my friend—much appreciated.