Disputin' Putin
Normally, I'd never take a shot at someone who's dying
but what scum bag Putin's trying to sell, I'm not buying.
His doctors have said he's got three years max left to live
and for his evil deeds, I'm thinking God will not forgive.
On the verge of losing his sight, but he's long been blind
to the atrocities he's caused. A mad man, out of his mind.
Poor guy complains of headaches. Does he want our pity
after killing many Ukrainians and destroying city after city?
The Big C lives in his body, but his soul belongs to Satan.
Sold it when he got greedy and there's no sign of it abatin'.
Update to his health, reports he trembles. That's the rumors,
but I hope he shakes from the pains of malignant tumors.
I almost feel guilty by writing something so seemingly cruel
but this is acceptable when exposing the work of the ghoul.
Maybe his good friend, Trump, will fly over to hold his hand
and dance like a puppet for Putin at his dying wish command.
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