tyrants, all burning in hell
for crimes
against humanity
are depressed
and
upset over all the attention one
maniacal
psychopath
with a little mustache
is getting.
what about us,
they scream and yell
at the round
table
discussion
in the pit of fire.
what about me, says Mussolini,
or me
chimes in Pol Pot,
or me,
says Idi Amin.
what are we chopped liver?
can't they throw our name
into the mix
with one of their campaign speeches?
why does that guy get all press?
hey,
yells Charles Manson,
shut up
before
i get angry, and could someone
please open
a window in here,
my hair is a mess.
there are no windows
says
Chairman Mao, now zip up
your dumpling mouth
before i stab
you with my spork.
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