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C J Dennis - The Dictator
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Avaunt!  What news is this I hear
   Of portent grim and sinister?
Is he, whose words insult mine ear,
   A mere, upstart Prime Minister?

Odds fish!  These fellows hitherto
   Wore no demeanor critical;
But, cap in hand, have sought my view
   On all affairs political.

`Sdeath! Has the caitiff not the sense
   To be polite and affable
Like others, whose meek diffidence,
   At times, was even laughable?

Aha! I made them sore afraid!
   They gave my schemes the preference,
And murmured: "Thank you, Mister Wade,"
   With low and seemly deference.

Then, I had but to raise my hand,
   And ev`ry Fed`ral min-i-on
Sprang hastily to my command,
   And bowed to my opin-i-on.

`Twas I that granted them the site
   To build their pesky capital;
For, if approached with mien polite.
   I`m not a fearsome chap at all.

`Twasq I dictated all their laws
   And made State Frights substantially
Their shibboleth; I marked the flaws,
   What time they schemed financially.

I bade them to the Conference;
   They came with meek humility;
And there I filled them with immense
   Respect for my ability.

But now, this upstart Fisher man,
   Intent on irritating me,
Has dared to moot a Fed`ral plan
   Without conciliating me.

Zounds! I have spoken!  And I speak
   With ominous obscurity.
Let him beware, I say! . . . Next week:
   `Tis pregnant with - futurity.

Next week! Be warned! Here, in my sleeve
   Are certain things mysterious.
It they be loosened, by my leave. . . .
   Aha! It will be serious!

0, I have words of weight and stress
   To tickle your auriculars.
Enough! . . . Watch handbills and the press
   For further grim particulars.
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