By: Cedric McClester

Name me a dictator
That he doesn’t admire
If you come up with one
I’ll call you a liar
You could sell me a bridge
If I were a buyer
Or tell me it’s cold
When I know it’s fire

Name me a dictator
That he doesn’t admire
The very position
For which he aspires
You can’t pull the truth from him
With a pair of plyers
His favorite ice cream
Has to be Breyers

Name me a dictator
That he doesn’t admire
Curious minds
Can’t help but inquire
Because he too
Has that desire
In pursuit of which
He never tires

Name me a dictator
That he doesn’t admire
Though you know full well
What that would require
That would make me say
Your pants are on fire
Because your circuitry
Must Have gone haywire








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