The dictator

  The dictator (a tribute to a domineering ashramite) Do this, do that, clean this, clean that – hey, you missed this bit. Let me see, let I spy for you to cry. My eye can tell what you have and have not done, what you do and want. Naught in here can pass behind me, nought is the joy I bring to bliss. My mind awaits to critic your job, but I don’t wait to judge your fate. At any...
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