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Trump’s Psyche — A Theory

21 Mar
2016

Donald Trump August 2015There’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


 

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[Note: A similar version of the verse above was part of a longer post I wrote almost four years ago.  Today, I’ll let this modified version stand on its own. ~ Kenn Shapiro]

 

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