Never join – Please! – in taking Russia
For the less alert nations in Asia
Or choosing her own furry coat
For disguisedly sneaking into her boat.
Some Ivanovitch will be coming for you,
First amusedly radioing his crew
About “The Freshest Stowaway
To make a Human Yesterday”.
Russia doesn’t fail to get him
Simply swayed by a whim
Lengthily teaching him ‘How to Borrow’
For a desired voyage, tomorrow …
Your keenest prayer: To not end up a meal
For the Hungriest Planted Shark:
What shall off your mother’s skin peel
And make your wife like a dog bark:
Russia’s last Nobel Peace Winner
Leave confused and thinner?
And her KGB,
A Scarier TB!
Beauty, where are you?
I search you everywhere
But you are here sitting comfortably
In this eye by which I see you
And you are in that eye, too
By which you see me
Beauty, where are you?
You are in a mystery
That mystery, too, is nested in you
You are in the beginning
And at the end
But never in truth
As it is not unchangeable
If the light of logic is defeated
What is left that must be dark
The base of you
In which you disguisedly reside
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