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Click hereSome psychologists say we
have an inner child,
a part of us like kilned clay
which formed by our childhoods
can for decades stay...
a child that may be angry
or maybe wants to play
About this theory
I really couldn't say
except that a truthful kernel,
in it truly does lay
But if there's an inner child,
there's also an inner wild-beast
at least in me,
that longs to be
free of law, idea, and city:
bloody-fanged with ecstatic rage
amid the gnarled trees
of this silicon stone-age
And when my ideas go wrong
or my body grows weak,
he helps me to again grow strong
and new dreams to seek
The wild is not as strong
in me as in many souls:
the free animal is not my role
I am a civilized, rational man
liberal and philosophical,
modernistic and methodical
"sensible to the advantages of the installment plan"
Yet it is possible the beast
is far stronger than I thought
(not the receding "Id" of which we're taught,)
not tame but only caught:
wooly and full
of animal cunning and lust,
singing to the moon's barbarous pull
And is it just possible
that without him...
all liberal humanism
would soon grow dull and dim?
Just what the hell is poem about, don't get me wrong I'm not a dumb. ass so with that said WHAT THE FUCK IS THE METPHOR OF THIS 'POEM ABOUT????? With out it this poem is just bullshit!!!!!!
I am a civilized, rational man
liberal and philosophical,
modernistic and methodical
"sensible to the advantages of the installment plan"
modern life in all its glory . . . and our inner child