Those Bucha kills sure get him high
He clamors for more graves
This Goebbels-mouthing travesty
Rules a country of slaves

The murderer, the murderer
Robs many families
This lout’s no good, a rubout hood
That’s on a killing spree

Those Bucha kills to him are sweet
His answer to more: “Yes!”
He will never allow defeat
In his genocide quest

The murderer, the murderer
Breaks every martial law
This vile ahole has got no soul
Consumed kids in his craw

Those Bucha kills many removed
Stole the beauty of life
His many war crimes have been proved
In Ukraine they are rife

The murderer, the murderer
Mouth-breathing algal slime
There’ll be no rest until his neck’s
Stretched for all his war crimes

For Bucha kills he creams his jeans
Image of dead kids seared
Into his brain where mad dreams teem
From earth he must be cleared

The murderer, the murderer
With luck will cease to be
It would be good to snuff this hood
Then Russia might be free