Shocked to virtual-life with 300 prozac-watts,
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deep in the frosty core
of a vast white-picket-fenced Hades,
this empathically radio-active spook
has launched a fur-flying black-data "blitzkrieg,"
for the first time in decades
of darkly-lit vivification industries.
This Abominable Moscow Snow-Monster
has used his Frankensteinian might
to cleanly rend the thick-steel chains
of long-ailing, insincere alliances,
freeing the old dragons of Europe
to fly over their own psychic seas,
to discover their own brave modern worlds,
but not vassalled to the American Super-State.
Oh, Abominable Moscow Snow-Monster:
What misty, indomitable eye envisioned you?
Could frame your thick, icicled, white-fur?
What greening-hand of mad Nordic scientist
Could sculpt your bony, primitive,
Or conceive and manifest
your indie-edge night-shade-glow
B.S. sensitive goggles
(with mushroom-cloud mouse-scope?)
tell, Monster, tell