Kim's Game

Kim climbed the dizzying ladders of power,

With daddies help, one rung,

And no-one though that strange at all,

For the son of Kim Il Sung.

So the people dance and sing his praises.

With regulation steps and phrases.

With flawless grace and issued smile,

Insurance in the land so vile.

But it's time for Kim to pop his clogs,

And let another tyrant eat his dogs,

Until the North Koreans see,

That smiles won't break a tyranny.

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