The Last Dictator II

Well he set out for his desert throne with a manic grin and a hand carved set of games that no one could win. The angels also provided a wife to whom he could dictate for life. Well this Eve was like no other her last husband she said was her son and her lover and possibly even also her brother. You could tell that this Eve had been around from the canyons on her face which converged to form an enormous frown. She said she'd rather not hang around and would just as soon head across to the quiet side of town. Lay low close to the ground till this thing about the apple calmed down. In the end a few undisclosed promises brought her around and together they moved to his desert town where he set about building a seven year clock and redesigning blinds boxes and blocks. Next day he called a meeting of those near and dear and those who would come out of fear. His wife was there but again she'd been drinking and appeared at the same time to be standing and sinking while those in fear who numbered somewhat more kept moving about the floor holding their breath close to the door. There were some notable absentees. Einstein was gone his enormous organ would never again say Guten Morgen. But at least the remaining crew were easy to dictate to. My friends I have assembled you all here today to pave the way yes pave the way toward everlasting peace and equal pay. The man who excuses himself accuses himself. I am not that man. I make no excuses. I'm back, I'm better. I have fresh funding and a brand new deal with universal appeal. We're going all the way to the top this time. Only this time we stop on top. Power corrupts a voice spoke up. On this first day I suspect this god has feet of clay. Kill that stranger and be quick I tire of such people they make me sick. Why power is to truth what history is to song. It all depends on what you're looking for and where you're looking from and which side you happen to land upon. The explosion was in the suitcase but the suitcase missed the plane. I find it more comfortable to travel by train. You know what I say is true and I blame it all upon the color Blue. From now on it will be called not green. I think you know how I feel and just what I mean.

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