Putin Kiev, Peasant Style Poem by David McLansky

Putin Kiev, Peasant Style



Let’s put a bounty on Putin’s head
This smug, stocky, dictator, so well fed;
His crime: he thinks that he knows best;
Ukrainians will not be allowed to face West;

Let’s put him in a chicken coop
With barbed wire on the top fence looped;
Let him chase the hens clucking in retreat;
Fabrege eggs dropping at his feet;

This man/boy pouts, power is sweet
Lubyanka cellars are so discreet;
These bloody riots leave bodies in the street
Fireworks are an Olympic treat.

One day he'll be cooked in a ceramic pot
Plucked by a peasant that this Czar forgot;
The rooster baked to feed the poor;
This bird who thinks he's a wild boar

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