A Hard Days Fight
You’re not back in the USSR
And you don’t have a ticket to ride.
There’s no magic in your mystery tour.
The Walrus isn’t on your side.
You took a long and winding road
Because we couldn’t work it out.
Yesterday you raged across the universe.
You should have known better, no doubt.
You’re a loser, and it won’t be long
Before they’ve shattered your glass onion dome.
Help for you is another four-letter word.
You’d better let it be and just go home.
Something in the way you goosestep
Is what enlightened nations can’t forgive.
Get back to where you once drank vodka,
And don’t even tell me all you need is Lviv.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2022
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