I would love to be Kim Jong (Yung) Un.
fat, rich, and powerful,
make my people believe our world is indestructible,
all the while keeping them malleable and gullible.
I could keep my people stuck.
make them sleep in fear,
if I manage to hear they don't like they way I clean my ears.
ill be terrible with criticism,
make terrible decisions,
and I'll also build hotels for no one to live in em'.
Ill try and start **** because I'm spoiled and have this strange pride in which I think I covet something when it never was rightfully really mine.
But its alright,
I am who could be heard,
who should be feared,
and I should be the center of attention,
in an auditorium where everyone was taught
since birth to praise me and my family.
but im pretty content with the fact that I can type this and not get my skull bashed in by the militant police, because of political scrutiny.
throw away silly poems