Memoirs Of a Bogus President

One day
somewhere
I put into words
my grievances
against myself
hoping
in the squatters area
the people will read them
and discover
through the aid of streetlights
and in the midst of commotion
between policemen and hold-uppers
between policemen and protesters
between policemen and nationalists
between policemen and activists
between policemen and oppositionists
that I grabbed the power
one day
somewhere
so I can repeat
my country’s history.