The Ballad of Nina Jankowicz

To the tune of “Mona Lisa”

Truth Czarina, Truth Czarina. Joe has named you

To a post for which you’re truly born,

Though his opponents surely want to blame you

For the music that you’ve made that smacks of porn.

May we write about that laptop, Truth Czarina,

Or will such information get your dreaded “dis?”

Will such truths all be sent to your censors

Just to lie there and to die there?

Are you a shill or a flack, Truth Czarina,

Or just a singing Bryn Mawr, Georgetown hack?

May we write about that laptop, Truth Czarina,

Or will such information get your dreaded “dis?”

Will such truths all be sent to your censors

Just to lie there and to die there?

Are you a shill or a flack, Truth Czarina,

Or just a singing Bryn Mawr, Georgetown hack?

Truth Czarina, Truth Czarina.

David Martin

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