Olga And The Swan [ольга И Лебедь] Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

A steady blow - the pink swan inflated
Beside the turquoise lake of noxious dreams
She yearns their hapless breasts jugated
Is this much more or less than what it seems?

How can the lake in its polluted state
Beckon the maid so seductively
To dally with her rubber avian mate
Sharing their water-wings adductively?

And what fouled aqueous chemistry
Has mired this aquamarine surface
As ash and cinders fed lethality
And choked all living things with waste?

And does she now take up this shitty reality
With the Siberian Generating Company?