Putin, raz Putin, gotta put a boot in,
howlin' and a hootin'
barbarians, as now my officials are a rootin'
for football hooligans and doped athletes
and for jailing all the radicals and aesthetes.
Who dropped that chlorine in a barrel bomb on Syria?
Now don't look at me. It was my friend. It really were.
I just bomb the hospitals. Gah. Me and my mouth.
Aleppo's in the palm of my hand. Feel the drouth!
And my troops on the border of Ukraine? Just holidaying south!
Now, if you don't don't like my farts, don't light them!
I won't sell you gas, if you alas.
I'm just dancing in borrowed clothes. Don't take afright at them.
Stalin had class, but I have a better ass.
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoesiaHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
