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