A sickening smear campaign.
And a sudden brown rain.
Ended my poolitical career.
Bad mouthed by diarrhea.
That my bowels could not contain.
They say loose lips sink ships.
And my opponent is full of shit.
His boat had long since sunk.
Cos his poofessionalism is bunk.
He outed me blasting runs from the hip.
With my life and undies in tatters.
Rectal revenge was all that mattered.
His repootation needed a soiling.
So a hot pot of poop I got boiling.
Now with a permanent stain he is splattered.