putin’s puppet dances on strings of lies and alibis and without a backbone it’s quick to blame others for all its missteps but alas unlike the puppet who dances bebop when his master gets up and leaves it cannot stand alone so falls flat upon its face whimpering in the night tweet tweet tweet
fried rabbit and possum stew is all the white house gonna offer you while they dine on corn-fed beef and funny little fish eggs from russia with love now don’t get me wrong as i sing my song but it seems to me we’ve been served a wicca’s social brew
