Ukraine is winning the fight,
And Putin has gotten uptight.
He snarls and he spits, he’s losing his shit,
He’s having a huge hissy fit.
He may be so crazed that he chooses
The nuclear option, and looses
His full stock of missiles, fusion and fissile,
Ballistics and long distance cruises.
Mushroom clouds will rise into the sky
And tens of billions will die.
It’s a post-apocalypse age of rage.
In reality, not as sci-fi.
Am I overstating the case?
Perhaps Putin’s need to save face
Is outweighed by his glee that the Land of the Free
Can no longer lay claim to first place.
Putin’s a gambler. I pray
That he knows when to fold or to stay,
When to raise or to bluff, when to say “That’s enough –
I’ve won big, so have a nice day.”