Putin's Balls
I'm Putin the completely permanent,
My balls are rather heavy and large.
That is why you have a god like me,
An avatar—as the manly man in charge.
I invaded Ukraine, child porn capital,
Plus neo-nazi white supremacy voodoo.
If you fancy shit fucking poetry,
Ode to peace there is just "Toodaloo".
I needed an anus licker in Ukraine,
But polonium shit tea for Zelenskyy.
He licked clean all the wrong holes, so,
Say hell fucking no to democracy.
I like inventing history much,
Pulling shit out of my ass is so fun.
Stupids believe any goddamned bullshit,
You just pull a fast and rotten one.
I hate the useless flatulent impotent UN,
I hate the spineless dumbass west.
The dumb Americans calling on the phone,
That Trump disturbs me like a pest.
They don't have the big balls it takes,
Hide behind stickers and jewish glue.
I'll make them wear short pink frocks,
In underwear—to do spastic dance for you.
They'll shit their silly gay pink frocks,
When I stop their precious cheap fuel.
These softy white cocks hide in the dark,
When asked for a manly nuclear duel.
And sanctions? My unwiped shitty ass,
They can't hurt a Russian mega-billionaire!
And if the russians get bruised and raped,
Do you really think I, great Putin care?
In porn, a bendy Russian girl up her ass,
Has five black cocks plus one for free.
Imagine the pain I have them used to,
Outside Russia this is unbearable you see!
Ha Ha Ha Hiss Hiss Hiss Miss Piss Piss
I force obsequious silly nations into,
Glib equivocation all the fucking time.
By keeping their ass on pointy fence,
They get Mad Vlad's discount wine.
For my rich friends and greatest, I,
Rest of the world is horse-shit.
Whatever you have is really only ours,
Will blitz it, if we see it fit.
I need no justification—absolutely none,
Just look at my asymmetric but huge balls.
It's just a matter of lapsing time,
Before your non-russian country falls.
Again my name is Vladimir Putin,
An appetite for blood and risk.
I like people who lick my hairy anus,
And those that suck my small dick.
Ha Ha Ha Hiss Hiss Hiss
Friends—Xi Jinping, gassy Belarusian king,
Indian mother of democracy—his crooks!
The fat-ass nuclear Kim Jong Un,
But my cook I cooks, when up my ass he looks.
My reptilian blood curdling cold eyes,
Will make you vomit your infant food.
I have obsolete nuclear weapons ready,
Pointed at you for general goodly good
Fear mongering mongrels works wonders,
I get to write all the fucking rules.
Fiction pairs with ass-fucking and fear,
I focus peddling lies only to fools.
It pays to be an ageless aggressor,
Make constant threats and commit fraud.
When you fake shit up as you go,
You're deified and elevated to a god.