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Siberian Snow Blindness

Have you seen any suspicious Russians roving around the Capitol grounds lately, sir? Why, no I haven’t By the way, what does a Russian look like, I dare ask with curious dismay That black fella over there might be a Soviet spy, eh! No, I’m afraid not Blacks are not indigenous to the Siberian clime Well, I believe you to be wrong, my ill-informed friend I hashtagged the Gulag, and saw plenty of dark-skinned souls chumming it up with the guarding variety type government issued clothes Those were merely some displaced dissidents caught in a crackdown, anti-terrorism net, for protesting actions of the American government Mister, don’t try to intelligence insult me I can see just as good as you, I’m no Siberian blind snowbird — I record every shakedown, and any secret deal whispered I can oath testify to this, as long as you ask me nothing incriminating Do you catch my perjury snow drift? Yes, sir ... there’s no need for any further questions asked As for those unseen Russians, give me a call if you sight one Will do, Mr. G-man with the license-to-kill gun But are you sure them hated Russians don’t look like black raisins orange jumpsuit tanned in the sun?!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/5/2018 3:25:00 PM
Interesting piece, Freddie!...Having taught over 5,000 people from the old USSR, I can assure you that they're not the most open-minded people on earth, as a rule...And also interestingly, I think that 'black russian' is some kind of cocktail drink...At any rate, ver-r-r-ry inter-r-r-r-r-resting write! :) gw
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