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I’m A Russian Engineer! (poem)

Lotz o good stuff I work on,

guns and grenades and rockets and things,

I live in an underground base in ol’ Moscow.

I live day by day, the vodka addiction’s a whore!

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I’ve envisaged a truly great rifle,

a semi-auto beast, like a Tokarev times seven!

Hell! We beat the Germans in 1941, didn’t we, yeah!

Three million dead, we earned our Heaven!

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We kept our Fatherland, under threat of Nazi!

Za Stalina! Our warcry.

Due to my design, my rifle sport!

I’m a great maker of things, evil or good!

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I’m a Russian dissident, give me praise!

I’m sick of the oppression, the undue malaise,

I;m a humble gun maker,

with grits in his boots, and  radiation in his heart!

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Fuck yeah!

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