My Dictator


O great leader, why
Did you sit on perch up high?
On it you'd tell mor'n just one lie
And yet I'd not wished you'd die

O leader, please do tell
Why, oh why, at me you'd yell
As though I'd lived in a small seashell
And in my ears, you'd ring a loud bell

Now that you're gone, I cry not
Now that in hell you rot
Now I lie on a cot
And know that to you I was just a small dot

But, I still love you, Father, a lot

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