Putin's wooden puppets workshop

In Putin's workshop, far from sight,
A puppet was carved to spread spite.
Putin whispered softly, "You’ll dance for me,"In Putin's workshop, far from sight,
A puppet was carved to spread spite.
And with strings attached, he set him free.
The wooden boy spoke with a booming voice,
Spinning tales to make his base rejoice.
But lies have legs, and some noses grow,
The truth was waiting, as it always shows.

 Russian propaganda flows like a river wide,
Brown nosers cheer as they stand by his side.
But numbers don’t lie—they’re cold and clear,
The math is still standing,  waiting to end his career.
Make it add up in court, where the truth must stand,
No spin, no twist, just your facts in hand.
Math is the hero that cuts through lies,
Pinocchio’s nose can not  reach the skies.

He claimed the crowds were endless seas,
"The biggest ever!"—but math disagreed.
He sold a wall that Mexico would buy,
But numbers exposed that it was a lie.
From trade deficits to election fraud cries,
The puppet danced while feeding us lies.
But math stood firm with its steady might—
The wooden king fell in the harsh daylight.

Behind the curtain stood the master’s hand,
Pulling strings to shape his plans.
“Flood the zone,” said the puppeteer’s creed,
Drown out dissent with lies that breed.
But even a puppet can’t escape fate—
When numbers arrive, they annihilate.

Math doesn’t falter; math doesn’t bend;
It waits in silence until the end.
It doesn’t care for power or fame—
It only seeks to expose the game.

Trump will be caught by equations he can't deny 
His empire will crumble ,  his lies will run  dry.
For every falsehood he tries  to defend,
Math was there to bring it to an end.

My day 1 promise is clearly  not a lie , For a thousand years in my sight are like a day that has not yet  gone by. 

From fake tax cuts to GDP claims loud,
The puppet spun stories that wowed his crowd.
But math kept track—it never forgot—
Every false promise and every plot.
Even brown nosers began to see cracks appear;
The wooden boy's lies became too 
In the end it was numbers that killed this wooden king—
Out of all his lies he tried to bring.
The math simply never added up at all;
And when truth arrived, it caused his fall.

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