Poem Draft 11 after suggestiions

Well the first suggestion I got on this poem was to be a little vague about which dictator.  But the class suggestions seem to want the questions answered so I am putting this out there as another draft. I think this clears up who we are talking about, but I am not certain if it's the best speaker for the poem.



Sooner or later, it gets pretty hot for a dictator.

The whole argument started over the price
of bread. I wiped out a large portion of the race
he wanted to win, and he cried about it

and made some phone calls. Jesus,

I knew right then he was gonna windshield it all,

and hand me the utilities bill.

It's not that I wanted to rule the ruler,
just the west, a little of the east. But mostly,
I can't see why it was so important to him.
He had his patch, his goodies, I just wanted mine.
Does that sound too demanding? I've been
told I'm a bit demanding.

Well, I sort of put my friends into quick small groups like
to fool, him, you know, blitz games, divide and divide,

But then, the cowboys, just got bitchy, kicking me down

like Nero. I'm telling you Henry, all that drove the coffin
in the chamber.

So, anyway, when he (I mean) they came
knocking at my bunker I took out the revolver,

and I ended the whole thing, quickly

and quietly. It's true you never hear it.

I hoped that would settle matters 
you know, even-Steven,
eye for a million, but it didn't.

Listen Henry, the first problem I have with this place

is it's hotter than wearing a starched suit in Freiburg.
And the second problem is, they never have parades,
and, last, If you plan on getting a good near beer,
well, then forget it.