Dread vile Nazi dad’s defective sperm
Knocked mom up, horror when she came to term
A scourge emerged, a scurvy cankered worm…….

Dread vile Nazi Vlad’s trying to burn
Ukraine down, but he was surprised to learn
That his homicidal troops were in store
For a fight, it wouldn’t be easy to win the war
For stiff resistance his sh!twits would be in for

He’d polish off Ukraine he thought instantly
But the Ukrainians fought insistently
He did not polish off Ukraine and quickly
So he had to resort to war crimes constantly

He has no soul and his thoughts are dark
Of humanity there’s not even a spark
His troops are a homicidal band
Freedom of the press, all other freedoms he has banned
And he’s often demonstrated, genocide’s his brand

Once he tried to fry with Novichok Navalny
He botched it but could not let the guy remain free
Failing to poison annoyance of Navalny
He slammed him in a gulag, there to die, likely

In Syria, helped ASSad remain
Two war criminals, one and the same
The civilians they’re not able to shoot
They hit with cluster bombs and sarin until all were mute
To the two of them the method of murder is moot

Pre-Syria, in Chechnya his murder spree
After the drunk Yeltsin gave the skunk primacy
Post-Syria, in Crimea his killing spree
In Georgia he honed his war crimes bonafides

Rabid Fascist Nazi with an iron grip
Those who want to live better zip their lips
First they’ll be tortured until they scream
And after that they never will again be seen
In “taking one for the team,” this sure seems extreme!

With nose up his ass is China’s Xi
Joined at the fecal trough by Orban and Modi
In the US his stooges we see
Lauding him and committing treason on TV

From Kremlin emanates a scent
That of an uncleaned latrine is redolent
Ordure’s surging odor will nose-appall
After oligarchs buss his butt, away they crawl
Stench worse than dreck with which insurrectionists decked walls

His generals aren’t speaking truthfully
For fear that they’ll end up in a cemetery
They’re fooling him with lies and try to play it cool
Glad if he won’t hand them an anthrax Moscow Mule
Because the truth might cause the rabid dog to drool

We’re living in the 21st century
But Medievalism hasn’t ceased to be
With his back hard against the wall, we could see
The cornered rat retaliate with World War III