Putim War Monger Longer
we were confessing
when we counted each blessing
All window dressing
we could always tell
after we would hear each shell
which was pure hell
for youth is a cure
grow up and become mature
we can endure
longer and longer
Putin was a war monger
said he is stronger
Putin pageantry
seems to be his strategy
by him majesty
Putin has lot of nerve
Off road did force us to swerve
he then threw a curve
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