Double-Eagle Rampant
There’s a reason
Russian rhymes
with Corruption.
It’s the vodka.
It’s the winter.
It’s exile in the hinter!
It goes back
To the Tsars,
whose hetman
weяe Dionysus,
Hades, Mars . . .
Not enough ‘Caetsar’
Ordered your limbs
chopped off, as yr torso
twitched to retrain us:
Next, he had the bolt
of you stake-impaled through
Yer anus! Insult
To injury, you
Were then beheaded!
Da da, how dead is head-dead?
You might say, ‘nyet’—
But it ain’t over yet!
Laid low, your noggin’s
Piked on high for show.
Just when you thought
Drunk, incested Turkics were
A wreck, I read this Яomanovsky devil
Dreck. Please! Robespierre, I
Donate your guillotine my neck!
MJM 10/16 SF