Putin on the Ritz
Putin showed up
The end
At the gate of heaven
Only to discover that
God is the kindest woman
You could ever imagine
Who also turns out
To be a huge fan
Of Pussy Riot
And if rankness were allowed
Putin would be in the vicinity
Of spam
Along with
His Aryan buds exclaiming
“Some type of cracker”
From below
I wrote this poem near the start of the most recent invasion of Ukraine by the Russian oligarch-in-chief Vlad Putin. This poem is a tip of the hat to feminism and a loving God, as well as a parody of white supremacy of which the Russian Ukrainian invasion owes its salience, say, as compared to Russian war crimes in Syria, which received little attention in the West. Perhaps ironically, this poem may never have been written without hellish white supremacy, vying amongst itself for scarce attention, awe the wile declaring, “white supremacist lives matter.”
