The Dictator

It still seems like a dream,

The happy times I mean.

Yelling, screaming,

Tantrums and tales

What should I learn?

From such anarchy

The rule of a dictator

With the illusion of a god-complex.

All you ever want from her is the sex

No respect, no love, no gratitude

I am sick and tired of your attitude.

She protects, she provides she always cares

For you, you mean nothing but scares

Scares of anger and outrage,

Scares of financial pain

How much longer will you rule in vain?

A ruler must learn,

He must understand

To rule you must care and lend a hand.

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