Twisted clowns moved in the toxic water,
closed off a clean source and went to where
it was bad, poisoned much of the town.
About as clear as mud: the water and their line.

The corrosiveness could not be hotter—
leached lead from the pipes, and in it came.
Things then changed; it’s “mea culpa” now,
post-unclear-poison-stuff flowing in a LONG time.

Blockheaded louts in this venal crowd; smell
they and what spouts: a liquid that’s light brown.

Doing time’s what should happen to this crew
(time for this crew),
like a scourge from hell they’re quite malign
(quite malign, euw!)
This went on long past getting its start,
back when they said, “F**k these poor folk; they’re not our kind.”

[Cell]block-headed louts? Will this venal crowd dwell
there? Have no doubt: they’ll not pay for their rout.

Doing time’s what won’t happen to this crew
(not for this crew),
crime paid very well for these malign
(quite malign crew).
They’ll go on, despite playing the part
of the state’s poisoners. They’re all doing just fine.

Twisted clowns get questions that get hotter
in the hearing room, but not to slaughter—
idjit clowns brought in the toxic “watchers”:
twisted clowns EPA didn’t bother
with warnings about this toxic water.
Stick these clowns in stir’s what the Fed oughta.
Nix! They won’t pay. . .vacation in Flor’da.