Traitors are best described in a loose pantoum,
Whose "repetitions frame a subtle doom,"
As Hollander wrote. Evening's "patches of gloom
Now settled in the corners of the room."
The repetitions a less-than-subtle doom
To the reputation of Rudy Giuliani,
Now settling in dank corners of a tomb
Of his own making—and his support of Donnie.
To the reputation of Rudy Giuliani,
Whose three failed marriages (first, to his cuz)
Show he's lived up to his name—all those 'I's.
Why did he cheat on the first two? Just because!
Whose three failed marriages (first, to his cuz)
Took a backseat to the mobbed-up stick-and-carrot
Methods of "America's Mayor," Rudy's scofflaws
and World-Series grift told by "fucking Wayne Barrett!"
Taking a backseat to the mobbed-up stick and carrot,
Fomenting insurrection, a self-made doom.
And on top of that (as we know from Borat),
This traitor's poem? It’s a “pant[s-down]toum.”