It’s beginning to look a lot like kiss-ass:
Legislatwhores go
To D.C.’s fens to make, uh, “friends”;
It’s time to make “ah”mends
For hoards of cash that form their cache of dough.

It’s beginning to look a lot like kiss-ass,
Joy for every score—
Butts presented and bright rosy;
It’s a mutual buss spree.
At the hole back door.

[To A, the name of your favorite corporate, special-interest, etc., prostitute]:

Prepare for hogs that want booty and get in cahoots
With and stick it up [B, the name of your favorite newly elected Congressional prostitute], who’ll bend:
Polish and buff till the ring’s no more rough.

[To B]:
And then open up, long/langue extend.
Next, glom a bag of hard cash;
But don’t drool on larce[ny] you’ll spend.

It’s beginning to look a lot like kiss-ass—
Everywhere there’s dough;
Every blare is faux.
[B] gets three hundred grand to yell
That buddy, [A], is darned swell!
An oafish lie: the office-high M.O.

It’s beginning to look a lot like kiss-ass.
Soon the smell will start.

[To A, B]:
And the thing that will make you stink:
Unkinked lingual link up pink
Pipeline for a fart.