Of Dictators And Drummers

Different girls
different rates
Different boys
different baits
Different harams & hells
different hates
Different faiths, fears, different futures
different fates

It is the role of men to
below and shout
Obscenities that worms would
well do without
Place the blame on banal ancient
bastard Krauts
And avoid the shame that drips from gushing
Sin-semen spout

And I know we won’t work this out
Without the lives of millions to argue about
Nor politicians to pay to shout but
You will hear me out

I am Thatcher
I am Keith Moon
I am Bonaparte’s boyfriend

…

He cut his chidrens’ hands off
nobody noticed
I know you’re so keen to point out that
now we all know this and I
Know he was a monster but that
monster meant something to me
I know he was a monster but that
monster meant something to me

Overthrow the humans
Overthrow the humans
Over – Copy – Their day is done