If Putin Were a Woman

If Putin were a woman I would seduce And send her a poem every day, exactly after midnight Once she being seduced, we make a meeting I wear a puzzle themed-shirt that already be ironed since seven days ago At that time, I also bring her a rose blossom She would smell the aroma, smile at me with reddish cheeks Once the nodes of smile just last for five seconds, me so convinced I pour in a cup of rosella tea with less sugar She being more seduced, and sending a code by winking at me And the expected moment coming “Putin, may I ask you one thing, one thing only” “What’s that?” “Do reconcile America with North Korea. That’s it”