How to be a dictator

How to be a dictator

A Poem by Nobody
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How to be a dictator and finally kill the world 

First you need an enemy 

It’s good to start with girls 

Teach them that their role in life is always just to serve 

Break them down internally, and distort their sense of self 

Til they’re dysmorphic 

Muted 

Mutilated 

Miserable 

Disturbed 

And they dare acknowledge this at all just look at them concerned 

Like ‘Have you taken your meds today my love?

Is your womb starting to hurt?’

And patronise them 

Infantilize 

And watch her spirit burn 

Then next you weaponize her anger 

Aim it at the boys 

Tell him if he’s rich enough he can buy his way to joy 

And that the more he dominates the world the more he’ll fill the void 

Distort the use of ‘masculine’ to mean ‘murderous’ 

Make noise 

Disrupt 

Deny 

Defeat 

Repeat 

Give him guns for toys

Now introduce some foreign things 

Some enemy off-shore 

Or better yet, more visual, a citizen from abroad 

Yeah, that makes it way more visceral 

Refer to them as ‘hordes’ 

Then call them ‘rats’ and ‘criminals’ 

They’ll fall for that for sure 

Now point to him in strangers clothes 

Say ‘you know that i’m not sure’

His skins a little different 

His accent sounds like war 

You know, now that i think of it 

It’s him making you pour 

It’s him draining your resources 

Wouldn’t let him through my door

If i were you i’d buy a gun

In fact i’d build a wall 

Me?

I just want what’s best for you 

You don’t need health insurance 

You don’t need fairer wages 

You don’t need to tax me more 

You just need a leader 

Someone to speak for you 

I wish God hasn’t chosen me 

But God’s will is my duty

So, here you have my promise 

I’ll fix this all for you

Just let me have the key 

And i’ll make your house a new 

I promise i’ll just fix it up a bit

Then give it back to you 

Disrupt 

Deny 

Defeat 

Repeat 

What a lovely room

Oh, you can leave your wife

Your daughter 

Your wallet 

And the truth 

I’m sorry, what?

You live here?

No, i think you’re confused 

Maybe you should take your meds, you’re under my roof

© 2025 Nobody


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