A Dictators Vat Of Bleached Words Poem by James McLain

Thank you, thank you the election
went smoothly yes, yes hallowed
be my name(substitute yours)) it(s
Time) it(s time) it(s really time to,

Leave any free form of thought out
of your mind in a jar preferably we
can now put prerecorded words in
your mouth via brain train express O.

One rope fits all, try to say what I say
or nothing atall, short fat thin our diet
is in the vat of bleached words gone
for all time my will is not going to be
mistaken for yours so get on the wall
be a man be a woman hemp is waiting.

Yes those who ran against me are in
the vat waiting for you to what what you
must be from that country that says one
thing and does another or vise versa ect.



Dedicated to all
expired and soon
to be expired
word dictators
be hemp be cool
wear a new neck tie.
Come on try) it(s fasionably limp.