Haven't posted anything in critique for a while as been working on lengthier projects (watching DVD boxsets). But have this and as per usual have no idea what to do with it or how to develop it or what into... (Stalin was actually a poet, so although it might be dreadful, it's not entirely made up)
Hello, I am Stalin. I am a very famous Georgian (cough) I mean Russian, I mean USSR poet. Some people, philistines who have no understanding of the complexities of a poet's soul, they said I was a killer! They do not say this any more.
In every nation, there are millions of bad poets. This cannot be tolerated. I am just a simple, complex poet who will fight for the right to rhyme, and also to sometimes freestyle about the moon and the birds. I have been very fortunate, for many have agreed with my policy to rid the world of those who refuse to contribute to the collective anthologies. Their agreement, by the way, just so that there is no doubt, had nothing to do with intimidation and everything to do with the joy of iambic pentameter.
I said to the populace, I said, hunger will inspire you further. I said to them, you are trapped in your bodies and so your minds are not free; I will free you of your limbs so that you may write the poetry. Obviously, you will have to dictate the poems to me since you can no longer hold the pen.
I will not be mocked for my pure love of the poetry, for if a man finds no joy outside of the politics, then how can he know the heart of men? Chairman Mao enjoys a broccoli and cheese quiche.
Thanks Neillg