'' You Believe I've Been Snide ''
My lavish living,
Is paid for by you,
So please be forgiving,
In what next you do.
Though I’m a dictator,
I still have a heart,
To my people a traitor,
But I refuse to depart.
Though you are dying,
Through lack of food,
There’s no denying,
I have done good.
I have palaces galore,
I live in splendour,
But I still want more,
With you as my lender.
I am out of reach,
Of my own law,
Don’t dare impeach,
You should be in awe.
Though I’m ninety-three,
I refuse to retire,
Believe in me,
No, I’m not a liar.
Yes, Inflation is raging,
But I’m alright,
A bit like my ageing,
It’s now out of sight.
Though I’ve stolen billions,
I prefer acquired,
You the plebs my civilians,
Now want me fired.
My life of devotion?
Has caused a divide,
I’ve now got the notion,
‘’ You Believe I’ve Been Snide ‘’
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