mid century tyrants

the tyrant
has a small kingdom.
but it's big enough
to fuel
his rage,
his fire, his desires.
to quench his thirsts
when needed.
what he wants
is his. he spreads his
arms and says
mine, mine, mine.
no questions asked, no
denials.
he is a king
between his walls,
his property
and others.
all
who enter and live
here
must obey
or go. but it lasts
for only a short
while
and soon he is alone,
dying,
wishing
they would all come back.