In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
The former I’m told
Are people to trust,
But I just like the bold
That don’t self-combust.
Give me a winner,
A strong man each time,
I’d rather a sinner
Who’ll follow my...
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