a single
year of my life when
we weren't worried about
the Russians.
those sneaky bastards
across the sea.
putting dogs into orbit,
messing with
our heads
all the time.
Sputnik and the KGB.
infiltrating our borders,
our computers
with their devious intentions.
starting wars
just for the hell of it.
the red scare,
the red wave. blah blah blah.
all of them
secret squirrels.
Vodka and Ukraine,
from the cradle to the grave.
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