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 © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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