I don’t understand
why you’d put up your hand
if politicians stand
at a bandstand
and ask for volunteers for the vacancy of DESPOT
I mean that’s just not
something I’d ever wanna BE
it seems particularly WEIRD to me
liking people quaking
when they’re taking
a seat
to sit down to eat
at a banquet in the presidential suite
gaping
at grapes
toasting with the shakes
I mean – how is THAT attractive?
having no trust
in the colonels you’ve cussed
your cabinet a bust
a fervent clergy permanently nonplussed
it’s hardly relaxing
generals collapsing
when you smile
like a child
in their general direction
bodyguards flexing
in brutal suits
as you take salutes
down endless rows of shiny boots
actors tracked down decoy routes
it’s basically wacky
the decor’s tacky
and you can’t get snacky
‘cos you’re scared of poison
and someone laughs and your forehead moistens
and you end up such a figure of hate
that armed crowds beat at the palace gates
to drag you outside and shoot around eight

great

can’t wait