Farty freaky arty panderings
Under the moonshine hoosgow landings
Colubrine in the drumming desert darkness
Karkoff, the Russian, defects,
Off the rocket, pocket, drop it!
Far off the rocket, downrange of Kazakhstan
From the TransSiberian express lane
Gers sizzle and burn in new Mongolian atrocities
Emus, farmed emus run like the dickens
Eggs crunching underfoot as I push into your revilement
Karkoff, the Russian, cracks a gap-grin.