So finally it's done, the army's got orders,
To put to rout those troublesome borders,
And use unusual methods of teaching
Yank' leaders who go on so vainly preaching
That strength and resolve mean just saying nyet:
West-Russian security can't be solved yet.
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It's a pity the Yanks didn't pay more heed,
To the Russkies' brand-new security creed,
It wasn't outlandish or even unique:
A plan for nukes not to live by jowl cheek,
And keep noisome armies apart far enough
For soldiers to fret about rank, pay and guff.
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For the Yanks march now to a drummer quite loud,
That drowns all voices of the foreign smart crowd,
Exceptionalist groupies now holding sway,
Who don't give a tinker's for what others say,
'Cause like Rambo, Bond, and Harry the Dirty,
Exception will out when others get shirty.
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Exceptional too are the incomes raked in,
For sanctions on Russians have profits baked in,
Like Russian gas that would be sent to the Germ's
Will now be supplied by the Yanks on sweet terms,
Matryoshka dolls will from Oregon come,
And caviar from Maine be sold by the ton.
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Will Ukes fare better with their new puppeteer?
He speaks their language, or at least fairly near,
Their history and winters and his are the same,
For the last 'teer, though, U's a pawn in the Game,
So if it gets whacked, well, that's just a tough fate:
It's no rich lobby nor a crucial swing state.
