Old Lenin has been dead a hundred years.
That son of a bitch deserves no decent person's tears.
Embalmed twice a year, to keep his stiff from decomposition,
his soul sustains an even worse, more damnable, condition.
Old Lenin dead a hundred years: why, that's just swell;
his soul, like a hog on a spit, roasts in his own juices in hell.
Starward