Double-Eagle Rampant

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