Day 1107, Dershowitz Keeps His Underwear On

 

When Alan argues against your good sense,

He wears professorial robes.

What Dershowitz says just can’t be nonsense;

He wears professorial robes.

Defending murderers and presidents,

Assaulting all our frontal lobes,

He claims Democrats are just malcontents

And wears professorial robes.

 

The robes that he wears, are just metaphor;

In trials, he wears coat and tie.

Both rabbi and bishop, pronouncements soar,

In trials, he wears coat and tie.

Attacking the facts like a carnivore,

Implying it’s OK to lie,

He’ll sing and he’ll dance, a real troubadour.

In trials, he wears coat and tie.

 

Should Alan’s arguments be given weight

Because he wears Harvard’s good name?

His facts and arguments don’t correlate;

But he’s wearing Harvard’s good name.

Would Alan’s arguments mostly deflate,

Not clothed in Harvardian fame?

If he’s just another, higher primate,

Who’s not clothed in Harvard’s good name?

 

Dershowitz, pummeling the evidence,

But just with his underwear on,

Dershowitz, arguing for the defense,

But just with his underwear on:

Distortion of facts, law, and precedents,

Would all of his pretense be gone?

Would his fog machine yield to common sense;

With only his underwear on?

 

We know Alan got an Epstein massage

But he kept his underwear on.

An underage girl without camouflage?

Did she keep her underwear on?

An old man, a young girl, what a montage:

Are we just supposed to move on?

We know what Trump did is not a mirage,

And not with his underwear on.