The Dictator’s Day The dictator was having a good day. He’d slept well the night before And his digestion was improving. Around midday, A head he’d asked for Was brought in for him. It was the head of a man Who’d been causing trouble In the farthest reaches of the kingdom. The page held the head up By the hair like a vendor Showing what he’s got on market day.
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The Dictator's Day
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The Dictator’s Day The dictator was having a good day. He’d slept well the night before And his digestion was improving. Around midday, A head he’d asked for Was brought in for him. It was the head of a man Who’d been causing trouble In the farthest reaches of the kingdom. The page held the head up By the hair like a vendor Showing what he’s got on market day.