Canto CXI

Dictators, they’re bloody hilarious,
the shoulder pads and ludicrous bathrooms,
like naked emporers, but even worse

considering the get up that they choose
to wear in front of cheering crowds of thousands,
preserved forever as burlesque statues.

Not that their subjects share our amusement
what with all that poverty and torture,
it’s relative I guess, though still it isn’t

too heartening to think in the near future
some guy dressed like an 80’s sci-fi villain
will rise from his diamond crusted chair

and come to the most definite decision
that he really is God. With that, he’ll stride
to another room full of gigantic paintings

that feature him stood on a mountainside
surrounded by some servile carnivores,
none native to his nation’s countryside,

and then he’ll press the button, start the war
that ends all war, while someone in the West
will stomp about his bedroom, waiting for

a video of his cat all dressed up as
the comical dictator to upload
to YouTube—three more long minutes,

and then his bright, bright future is assured.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 01:13:24

    Honesty is the best policy when dealing with manic dictators.
    Yes Dear Leader of Poetry Unplugged…this is a work of art, especially the sixth stanza.

    Reply

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