your leader at red square
that of the long table lies and reptile eyes
also has the toxic propaganda and bottled death
at least his madness boasts billions and a super yacht
despite all the mighty fall in contempt and condemnation
a grotesque paranoid joke wafting delusions in an ivory bunker
you crawl about in one of two cheap worn denims you own
the self styled grandmaster funk of street garbage
crypto information tsar of two-bit gang punk
issuing threats from continuous-back *******
if you know about tests please show your degree
our doyen of second rate amidst half-wits men
the bovver boy with the Sinclair computer brain
and eats shredded reputations for breakfast
please come Mr ***** von Thimble
come compensate your shortcomings
leave your screen and join the long table
we dare you to make good your threats
did your leader not say the special operation
will be for just a matter of weeks
your loony gangs have been at it since eighty five