His
nous is fake.
(His
gnus…?
Fake
too, folks feel.)
Now
he, with
(thanks
to Yiddish kin)
fake
“…nu…?”s
may daily deal.
Still,
we’ll make sure,
impeachin’ him,
the
douche’s noose
is
real.
I sing of arms and the man... ...not his farm and gas mine... (This is a tale of heroes in war, not agribusiness and the energy sector.)