And as I was doing
both of my jobs,
it was difficult.
From behind,
Putin's balls were slapping
my arse,
From the front,
Merkel's were banging
my chin.
In that moment,
I knew exactly
what it meant to be Polish.
Author notes
Not exactly a poem, nor a stand alone piece
A companion/conclusion to Warsaw I (Victory Day)
Comments from the EU-Russia Summit in Samara, 18th May, 2007.
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ha ha ha haaaa... priceless.
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There will come a time, I fear, when the reality of power (and the abuse thereof) is out of the hands of the average citizen (even the word riles me!)... if one is lucky enough to get the chance to understand this basic fallibility of man and be at peace with it, personally... nah
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