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The Russians supply us with great gobs of gas,
But weโll tell the Ivans: โStick it up your ass!โ
Weโve got solar panels and wind-power too.
Weโll have electricity up the kazoo!
The Russians will starve and the ruble will tank.
(Weโve got our American allies to thank!)
Damn! Here comes the winter โ itโs getting quite cold.
(The Chinese and Russians are buying up gold)
Our windmills arenโt turning, and grey is the sky!
The lights are not working and no one knows why.
The Russians are flogging their gas to the East.
The ruble by huge leaps and bounds has increased.
The temperature now drops to minus degrees.
If it gets much lower than we will all freeze,
But not so the Russians, theyโre happy and warm.
I look out the window โ weโre in for a storm,
A snow-storm that is, well Iโm hungry and tired,
The sanctions, Iโm starting to think, have backfired.
โ D.N. OโBrien
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