There was a movement down to the coast.
Red Army won’t leave, so is the country toast?
It seems that these new guys, gonna stay.
Is this another Georgian foray?
World says they should be scurryin’ on.

He hands us a line, but it’s smoke that he blows
Were he the wood child, he’d have a longer nose.
I must wipe a letter for a rhyme:
you take off the “a” and you get “Crime.”
Word’s different when a’s scurryin’ on.

They have had a Vlad day;
the KBG clown
just sent the troops in and has boots on the ground.
Though it’s hard to know,
because all pols lie—
words a steaming pile or a huge fecal tide.
So what does Vlad say?
He’s cagey, this guy,
but now he has found that he’s in the world’s eye.
Listen to Vlad bray—
bullshit to say.

But this is no Black Sea holiday,
if you are stuck in Arabat Bay.
If so, you’d best be scurryin’ on!

Or it’s a bad day
if you stick around.
This dick is bad, wrong, causing many a frown.
Kerry may say, “No!”
Commanding the guy
is a waste of time.
Here’s one more thing I’ve tried:
you add in a “a”
to name of the guy;
a French word rebounds; this is how it’s defined
by adding an “a.”*
So, whory way.

He’s got a system of folks who drink;
you would if you lived there long.
Kleptocratic ring run from Moscow;
no wonder the vodka’s so strong.
The place is wrong.

So this Russian really loves to take off his coat,
the shirtless guy.
Damn Ukrainians! They really got his goat.

So he went the Vlad way
and sent the troops down,
way down to the south, Crimea to impound.
There’s no way to know
at the present time
what next he will try; for the Union he’s primed.
That is the Vlad way—
he knows what he likes
And when he gets in the mood, he strikes
If you’re in Vlad’s way,
you’ll have a bad day.


*Add “a” to Putin and you get Putain: whore, tart, tramp