Hello feces my old friend
I've come to daub with you again
With a medium that I was pinching
Made Nazi symbol without flinching
And a movement that was started in my bowels
Still befouls
Became a mark of racists

In dorm latrine I sh@t alone
Art material from my throne
Neath the halo of a bathroom light
I made a symbol that truly did incite
When my throat was gagged
By the stench of a fecal cross
Lunch was lost
To fuel the charge of "Racist"

And in the morning light I saw
Ten thousand shriekers, maybe more
Students crying without thinking
Students chanting without listening
People made demands that factually didn't square
No one dared
Disturb the theme of racists

Stools, thought I, you do not know
PC like a cancer grows
Smeared my t#rd so I might teach you
Faked alarm so I might reach you
But my words, like toilet droppings, fell
Swallowed by the yells ... of racists

And the warriorrs howled and brayed
"Bout the fecal cross I made
And the Prof flashed out this warning
To the rage mob that he was forming
And the guy said the t#rds of the Prophets
Are written in the toilet stalls
And bathroom walls
And whispered .. of the signs
Of racists