We may be
far, far, far away
from Mother Russia..
still we’re playing
the ol’ Tetris game
of life.

The pieces
just keep falling
into place..
so long as there
is space
for them to fall into,
we are in business,
comrade..
everything’s alright.

Before we situate
The One
that’s falling now..
already
we are on the lookout
for The One
that’s falling next.

So long as they don’t
overflow the screen,
we’re good..
but if they do..
Game Over, comrade.
Instant Death.