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Bielinek Bimbo, who lives in Poland,
White has skin and not a friend.
He screams diligently all morning,
So as not to let strangers into the “shark”.
On his fucking feet, he's coming back from the rally,
To offend “foreigners” is his work.
Moderns shout, “Bimbo, it’s people!”
A Bimbo just fucks his face.
The good ones say to him, “You're wrong,”
He with the brown will share fate.
He cried in London.
He felt so good about it.
But Putin loves specified a son,
What Ukraine would give him.
So possibly Bimbo, at the right time,
He'll live in Russia, so good to him.
