I don’t know why they f**k up as they do. . .
opened up an unholy slough.
Far from funny, this is no jest—
but you can be sure, there’s no arrest.
The problem ain’t that it’s smelly. . .
a much worse way.

Tainted is the river, toxic is the water,
tainted is the river, sickly is the water,
orangy-bown, washing through town.

This water treatment is really bad.
And in this case, what is really sad:
the watchdogs were jerking off or at rest—
the alleged protectors have caused this mess.

A toxic flow that ain’t smelly. . .
a much worse way.
Tainted is the river, awful is the water.
Putzes pumped in river shit they shouldn’t oughta.
Toxic, unsound; toxics freed.

The release will fish-decease—swill
fills the swale that now ails. . .been assailed by tons of toxics.
Tainted is the river; horrible, the water.
Putzes pumped in water stuff that wrecks the water.
Orangy-brown, awful unsound.

I don’t know why they f**k up as they do. . .
caused the trouble this time—not Duke.
Irony is what this is called:
protectors are wreckers and the river’s mauled.

And even though they should tell me:
water’s OK. . .
figure they are fibbin’: toxic is the water.
Water unsound; watchdogs, what clowns.