Short Soviets Poems
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When guns sound
Here and there on this soil,
Souls sink like on the Titanic.
Good news for survival—
surfing in from the Soviets:
an answer to WHO’s
long-awaited question,
a cure for killer cancer.
Hats off, Russia
....t-rump shouted....
pay up...or die; your choice
economic times : / smile : )
well canadas a bit short on cash right now...
so, maybe we should become a chinese ally
or let soviets rush-in as allies....and be u.n. buddies
stan
This is America.
We kill everybody equally.
So do the Neo Soviets.
So do the English.
So do the Chinese.
So do the Muslim extremists.
So do the...
On and no it goes.
A meat grinder of death.
More fresh kills are needed.
Feed the death machine.
It's ravenously hungry...
Premier Stalin was a gangster
an armed robber who
'became' a Marxist
'progressive'
Murdered 120 million
of his fellow Soviets
Seems to me his 'career'
was regressive
_____________________
Thanks to Sand Blown for
the changes made to this
poem on August 22, 2020
Your question, well-taken,
S.B.! Appreciated! ~gw
Now I've landed some crappy jobs in the past,
but finally landed a job I'd hope would last,
working as a spy for the C.I.A.,
my first important job
on the wall of the Soviets that day...
Flying around with a little camera,
wearing my little hat,
I saw Putin come towards me with something behind his back,
meeting my demise with a Soviet "SPLAT!"
Dot To Dot
Join the dots all in a line
Where do they all lead?
Afghanistan
Land of failed empires
Defeated armies
Opium production
Terrorism central
Forget Lebanon
Afghan is number one
Ever since the 70s
The Soviets started it
All the rest added to it
You know the nations
Shall we bet who’s next?
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The ground is gray, the sky is black and yet
I fell at home inside this other world
I plant my feet upon the dusty soil
and hail our flag above the Soviets
Three days ago I strapped myself into
this capsule with my fellow astronauts
it seems I’ve trained a lifetime for this day
of mining rocks and golfing on the moon
Call back to Houston when the day is done
the fantasy of every living soul
see Houston rolling out of shadow while
the earth is rising like the sun.