In Russia
you flush once
And the
stuff is gone
Heading for
the Black Sea
Or the
Artic zone
But in
the nation of freedom
We can’t get
free of the need
To flush
multiple times
Requiring
the arms of a centipede
Putin
plops down
Then he’s
done and gone
But the
Orange Potus’ effort
Is very
much prolong
The nation
faces a flushing gap
That must
be quickly addressed
Else with
pants ‘round our ankles
Our
greatness will be in distress
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