Dictator

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Saddam Hussein you didn’t see they played you for a fool, king today because it suited them, then surplus of requirement; they hanged you from the rafters as you should be a common Baghdad thief. They let you strut about dressed in uniform and all, and you didn’t detect their sniggering voices when they called you” your Excellency.” You knew in the end, but then it was too late, yet you made them see how to die with dignity. Had you been less ambitious you could still be selling cigarettes by the oil docks and not be reduced to an historical footnote; and your sons could been selling fake Swiss watches, condoms and illegal whisky. A proper New Jersey gangster family be, in the Middle East, eating goat chops every Sunday afternoon.

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