one night i had a dream a strange occurence dark and mean a dream about our leader's fall:
the executioner has put on his best red velvet hood his smart tuxedo looking good the axe is shiny curved in space to part the head with loving grace the leader's chains clink on the wood his face is proud what a weird dude the redcapped masses howl and pitch but the executioner will make no glitch no missed attempt no sidling glance this human chicken will not dance this wretched pilot was taken down proletariat promethu rage unbound but at the last the executioner sighs unbinds the leader and slaps his thighs he slaps his head he slaps his mouth he slaps his face he slaps his pout the leader weeps and the audience sighs what the fuck is up with this guy now do you see how all this feels we don't want this on our "real" the leader nods he understands the executioner shakes his hand you work for us not for our things we want to help not murder kings the leader sobs the band strikes up a doggy prances a newborn pup a woman sings in high clear notes the nation cheers and casts new votes the moral of this tale leader is this don't lie to us or we'll be pissed. then I awoke and was frightened still I am some strange bloke I need a pill.
