Poem -

Vladimir’s Full Metal Jacket

anti war & protest songs are one thing .. this is another thing entirely ..

The one that passed right through him sure
moved fast
and it stung, like a hornet, on amphetamine ..
Although
despite everything, including the difficult to
determine
and presumably calculated trajectory and so
many other
variables, they could never be entirely certain
it had his
name on it, since the mountain of discarded
magazines
and shells strewn all around, each carried the
mark that
linked them with Oсоборонэкспорт, and then
of course
there were the fragments of as yet, unidentified
DNA strewn
around the factories, hospitals and playgrounds ..
and we knew
it was only a matter of time before someone took
the bastard out

 

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Being Me

What?  Wait! Did someone try and shoot Putin? My fingers are tightly crossed that the answer is yes ...and about bloody time too!!  Your words, as always, are impeccably written. Love this poem of yours! 👏👏👏 xx

 

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Neville

Bless ya little cotton socks Tina (Hey, is that still a saying .. & what on earth did it ever mean) ..
Wot I meant to say was thank you Tina ..

p.s.
Please note, no Putins were harmed during the making of this post :) x

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Being Me

"Please note, no Putins were harmed during the making of this post" — Shame!

You are most welcome, I love the poem xx

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