Another Ode to Dictators

A poem dedicated to all the outgoing dictators of the world.

Hey Mr. Dictator

“Get out, get out” people shout

Gone are the days we were devout

We’ve had enough of your washout

For years, we waited for a way-out

Day in, day out, we expected a fair share-out

But longer and longer the years turned out

And many poor souls you did take out

And you even thought us unable to sprout

Nay, Mr. “Dick-less traitor”

Your funny rules people are beginning to flout

And of like your scum

We’re decided our country to shake out

Now, we have courage to spit it out

Get out, get out, get out!!

If our shouts haven’t yet reached your hangout

We’re sorry, but you must get the fuck out!

An end will surely have your news blackout

And too soon over will be our blackout

You may be sure we’ll never rise from our burnout

But surer we are to win the bout

Because the fire within you’ll never put out

Till you’re out and completely out!

Hey Mr. Dickless-traitor

Won’t you understand and leave your hangout?

Tell us, how long will you stay in your hideout?

For closer and closer is getting your knockout

And sooner or later you’ll be kicked out of your hangout

Sooner or later you’ll be no more than a dropout

Taking part in neither our blowout nor cookout

Don’t you see you’re quickly fading out?

Sorry, Mr. “Dickless-traitor”

But your reign has been a fucking sell-out

So “Get out, get out!” the people shout