More Meet
More Meet
Eat the meet and feel well
Get a bad gut do the trots
To the toilet vomit it all up
You ate rancid meat
Or was it poisoned
On purpose as you’re here
An invading army doing bad
Nothing good comes from it
Except dead Russian soldiers
Who ate off meat in rusty tins
Found in a bombed out house
Call it karma for the war
You go there you risk
Not just bullets and shells
Maybe you were poisoned
On purpose or it was an accident
The result is the same
Ill Russian soldiers who puke
Some will die painful deaths
Give those well more meat…
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