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My lavish living,

Was 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,

As now I 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’ve been forced 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 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 ‘’