I woke at 2:61
and rose from bed.
I could not sleep.
I dreamed of Trump
he drove the car
slouched down so low
he could not see ahead.
i asked:
How can you see?
You're driving fast
and we will crash.
He sneered
and said:
I'm looking thru
the rearview mirror
here by my side...
it makes a better ride.
The path ahead
could not be clearer.
Then I slouched down in fear.
I saw him smirk.
And then I woke
afraid to sleep,
remembering
Goya's great work:
El sueà ±o de la razà ³n produce monstruos.