Triumph Of The Id

Triumph Of The Id

Will didn’t win…

the Id did.

Id, elevated to

star status, visioned

instantaneously

everywhere as an

echo on a screen…

monsters from idiot Id…

no curbing the 

raw rampage

of beauty parlors

Shopping Mauls

theme parks for 

every dream,

Ponzi plans

for every scheme.

Id emerging like

the latest fad…

(but fads are not

just for fun anymore)…

Mass murders are

a fad in the American

way, because most of 

the perpetrators don’t

know why they do it.

Hamburgers taste good.

The Id gone mad in a 

twittering, tweeking, twerking

St. Vitus dance of 

trivial splendor, 

a Barfissistic (1) orgy of nonsense.

A baser instinct has taken over.

“even my sadness perhaps has changed,

as if I were not my own…

forgotten, even by me.” (2).

1. A Barfissist is a person in love 

with their own vomit.

2. Salvador Quasimodo poem:  

"Even my company forsakes me"