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.
He sought to thaw each thought he saw flee, frozen, from his mind. He peer'd again, then gear'd his pen, supposin' he'd...