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CHEEKI BREEKI Apr 2014
Oh Vova, My little Vova
Sitting on your throne of skulls
You survey your frozen kingdom
and as you always do
You grimace
With bitterness tempered by the ages
Born a citizen of a scarlet empire. now the tyrant of a tricolor nation          
You are both the largest and the smallest man
Who does reside in this time-worn land
You rule your potemkin empire with a fist of iron, a gaze of lead and a voice of kolokol-1
Your inhumanity is well practiced
From your days in the KGB
Your “New Russia” is merely a kleptocratic mockery of it’s golden years
A cheap ersatz mimicry
of Russia’s grandest days
Few things could bring your hard slavic face to show
Even the smallest modicum of joy
But there he stands
Dima!, oh Dima
The light of your life
The only man with the power
To make the Czar smile
a free verse poem about Russian president Vladamir Putin written rather hastily for a class
Ruslan 1h
It's alright begin it's the cool *******,
You can back to go it's algan zaman.
You can sleep to boy my of President,
It's no ******* man olb of skull begin.

This is Vova **** old this mather ****,
Vova Putin **** olda ul tura.
It's tatar in say on the Butterfield,
No tomorrow screen it's okay in san.

Old to back my friend kisses boy the big,
Togargan yakta oldan zamanda.
Yashagan haman ul bulgan gandon,
It's my President old the ****** pig.

Cool to you of me altogether boy,
I'm it's our okay you can sleep to go.
That my President olgan pich it's wife,
Olgan it's tatar in the it's take it.

You and this my friend you consort to go,
Thanks it's ol alright you go mather ****.
To you go in you it's okay to go,
Thank yyou day to go olgan this zaman.

— The End —