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[this poem was inspired by crypticbard's poem, "Aleksander Blok"]

They tell me he is worsening, our Comrade Blok;

but I have a desk full of work and a fast clock

that always finds me days late and some ruples short:

committee meetings, Lenin's messages, each whim

he thinks up or writes down---disruptions of that sort

from which busy officials never catch a break:

even suppers are deskbound (tonight will be steak;

cooked like our good deads and our high flag---rare and red).

More documents to sign; and Comrade Trotsky said

the Soviet Union is just bureaucracy

that bears a grudge against the People:  shameless prick,

that Trotsky (I myself could wield a sharp ice-pick,

and with a single swing sink it right through his head);

he thinks exactly like a cringing Menshevik.

But we digress from Comrade Blok's failing condition:

here is the document---I just need to review it.

Comrade Dmitrievna will receive permission,

to leave the Soviet Union to care for him.

I will sign off as soon as I get around to it.

Seryddwr