Chuckle

Poem By shinej K.P

If I were a Dictator
I would call the United States my own.
I would turn her into what I wanted her to be
in the name of goodness and reform
I would plant my weeds everywhere
so they could grow big and strong.
I would tell them to act incompetent and inept
so on American could catch on.
I would establish my battlefields
place by place.
I would attack the true Americans
and make laws that would erase.
I would slowly capture the people, one by one
health care, education, wildlife, and guns.
The Americans will not notice
they are too busy having fun.

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