Who (on a lark) doth
     spur my distant soul
     fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
     ye to catfish
     as a way to avoid
     this beastie boy
wherein America playfulness

     of generic gull versus buoy
ought tubby coy,
where thee
     (latter days haint)
     feeble, (non fable us)
jerry-rig mock up employ
appetizing as pâté de foie
gras, flavored for

     tastebuds of goy
opposed to dietary
     strictures of Jew,
     moost likely christening
     implies holier than thou
(especially, asper those hoy
tee toy
tee upscale rich folk)

     proudly prideful mensch
     linkedin kindling joy
de vivre, while
quietly dwelling stoke
king traditions ensconced, poke
king and prodding youngest
     generation to become
rooted like mighty oak,

     within their mini mansions,
     and attending synagogue,
solemn non joke
kingly seriously
     commingling, congregating,
     and copulating plenti
     fully, while livingsocial
     at least among other rich folk,

     sans Mainline, Pennsylvania
a cohesive family tribe
     dispersed members of Zion
prompting this atheistic
     scribe try'n
to fathom long gone - NEIN
     never forgotten Semitic
village people (mine

ancestry, who hailed and
     harkened from Eastern Europe
wonder on this
     eightieth anniversary,
of Kristallnacht, where genocide

cleft a jagged line,
where ponders thyself
     countless relations
     haunting as I dost
     eat, sleep or dine!