Over the fence (and out). The [former] Chickenfeed carpark, Sandy Bay. March 2013. Everywhere you look there are tyrants. I'm tempted to say that this is a new thing, but am reasonably certain that they've always been around... Epitaph on a Tyrant , W. H. Auden Perfection of a kind was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets.