Callous Ruler

Callous ruler is he who beholds my wretchedness with a bliss He swivels smoothly seeing me shrivel in scorch See him laugh but boot not, his chair mounted on arris I stretch my arm for his lift but he leaves me in the lurch Knows he my minor call to him's a piece of piss But isn't he carefree? Can't solve! Can't touch! He lies in clover-splurge on comfort daily without a miss His thought's to his life and paunch But to my bawl for care he'll dis' And libel me as the worst grouch O tell me to whom this throne is. Will I live to plead, or snatch? Or accept your jobbery in a daily basis? Tell me when in your rule will we match?