Springtime for Putin
Russia was in trouble, a third rate first-world power
Needed a new Kruschev to make other nations cower
Not a pussy Gorbachev of Soviet disunion
They staged a coup for me and you
No ballots to slog through
‘Cuz now it’s
Springtime for Putin’s Sovietry
Stand up to that bully Ukraine
Liberate millions of refugees
Make them all pay for such luxuries
As medicine, shelter, and food
Springtime for Putin in harmony
With terrorists, fascists, and czars
Nuking The New World and NATOists
‘Til all that’s left standing is ours
Springtime and dancing in Putingrad
Republicans jealous as hell –
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA –
WHOA, I SAY, WHOA!
WHOA, NOW, SHUDDUP NOW – JUST WHOA!
I’m not gonna waste a whole page here
tryin’ to compete with Mel Brooks,
even though I sorta just did
ain’t a goddam thing funny about any of this –
this fucker is easily the second stupidest
world leader we’ve seen in the last half decade
and it would be funny as hell, just like it used to be
in America, watching someone as dumbassedly
incompetent as he is narcissistic and conscienceless
it would be, that is, if hundreds of innocent and
beleaguered people weren’t being killed every day
look, there isn’t even really a poem here –
how can this kind of shit inspire anything poetic?
how can it elicit any response but abject rage
to watch the whole world watching
and wringing their helpless hands
while another outnumbered outgunned underdog
is pounded within inches of its life?
anyway, I’m outa here –
I got nothin’ to say that y’all ain’t already
thinkin’ and feelin’ yourselves, so
good night, and good luck...
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