laundry

Londongorod's afloat on stolen loot
that Putin's cronies hope won't all be found
when partnerships dissolve in rank dispute
they'll lose the Rubles, but still trust the Pound.
An empire's assets, sold off to the few
then confiscated in the People's name
the sort of scam an autocrat can do
and Putin brings rare passion to the game.
A hundred billion might be Putin's own
'though no one's sure where all the holdings are
he stashed them someplace stabler than his throne;
the Romanov's have nothing on this Tzar.
Prime real-estate, gold bullion, and rare gems
in LLCs along the misty Thames.