Mr. Brown screwed up, in flowed the water.
Guys as dumb as him are hardly rare
In this band of incompetent clowns
Whose leader tells screwups like Brown they're doing fine.

Now we learn: indifferent to the slaughter.
At dinner, while the hurricane raged,
His flack said to subaltern who warned:
Don't bother Mr. Brown; he needs some time to dine.

At least he's out of the worthless crowd of
Fools, crooks, and louts, who with brains aren't endowed.

Go back to work as horse overseer (overseer),
Shovel dung that falls behind their spine (behind spine).
You're the pawn, fall guy you played the part.
The truly guilty one simpers and smirks and whines.

Look at the rout: water; yet there's drought of
Gray matter Brown--loathsome cloacal mound.

It's not really very hard to see it (to see it):
Clueless idle rich pick their own kind (their own kind).
They get on by who they know, not smarts;
They get down on their knees and "Brown"nose from behind.

Mr. Brown screwed up, in flowed the water,
Mr. Brown, a fake resume plotter
Mr. Brown, your buddies wrote you off, sir,
Like them, you belong on a police blotter. . . .