Here come the movers and shakers.
They are the sinister bowl breakers.
Shattering your rights and fecal freedom.
Controlling our poops, we don’t need ’em!
Load after load, your porcelain is pummeled.
Their loads of poo-doom accurately funnelled.
Fecal is focused with robot precision.
It’s far too graphic for your television.
Lump by lump they erode your throne.
If only your poo-rights were set in stone.
I dream of a time we’ll reach meritocracy.
Instead stuck with faux poomocracy.