After much bribery and buggery
I now have my dream job
I am in charge of the dictator’s arse
I am in charge of what enters
And what leaves
It is a curiously satisfying occupation
As I supervise all the shit in and out
I take a personal pride in keeping these streets clean
My work is often interrupted by homosexuals and peadophiles
By the score and more
Sycophants a plenty form orderly queues
The dictator’s arse seems to attract
Gender perverts cross dressers and many others
I have lost count
They all gather like moths around a glowing nightlight
It is the in place to be no matter your madness
This said I enjoy smelling of shit especially the dictators shit
I feel quite privileged
You smile
I can see you smiling
Do not lie
Have you seen through me that easily
I hope not as others will in time find out that I am a poet
This is a dangerous thing to be unless you write state rhyme
If caught I might be shot or exiled or sent to war
Yes I am a poet and a rather good poet
But I will not be told what to write
Especially by those who enter or leave the dictator’s arse on a regular basis
In a week I will use my granted leave to travel to the ends of empire
I am not running away or embarking on a poetical journey far from it
I am training to be a bomber and am tightening my feeble skills
My occupation is perfect as for hours each day
I am hidden in the sticky darkness
That is the dictator’s foul arse
This will give me time to plant my bombs in his anal cavity
I will then choose a day to achieve the maximum effect
I will trigger the bombs from afar as all good freedom fighters do
No one will suspect me as they would expect me
To be mixed up with the dictator’s burnt remains
A homosexual or a paedophile will be blamed
I am not fussy as I loathe them all
Democracy will be restored but with certain sensible restrictions
And I will begin my poetical journey along the wide interior rivers
Just as Du Fu did centuries before me distant in history
Joe