Putin’s god a tin.
a tin full of gas.
trying to kill the “chechs”.
his hair’s slick.
his eyes unfeeling.
a quiet dog.
KGB.
but now his pple are done for.
his popularity shaking.
his pants have ants now.
“Get them out! Get them out !” he shouts.
no one heeds.
no one helps.
Poor soviets.
poor hundred and twenty.
wretched and gassed.
A fucked_tub assumption.
Ha.