I SOILED MY PANTS WITH A FART POEM:

I SOILED MY PANTS WITH A FART,

I SPLIT MY PANTS RIPPED APART.

I SOILED MY PANTS... I SOILED MY PANTS...

I SOILED MY PANTS... I SOILED MY PANTS...

WITH A FART.

I SOILED MY PANTS WITH A FART,

I DESTROYED AMERICA FROM THE START.

I SOILED MY PANTS... I SOILED MY PANTS...

I SOILED MY PANTS.... I SOILED MY PANTS....

WITH A FART.

I SOILED MY PANTS WITH A FART,

I SPOILED AMERICA'S:

MUSIC, MEDICINE, SCIENCE, AND ART.

I SOILED MY PANTS... I SOILED MY PANTS...

I SOILED MY PANTS... I SOILED MY PANTS...

WITH AMERICA SET APART.

I SOILED MY PANTS WITH A FART

I SPOILED MY BANK ACCOUNT AT THE MART,

I ELIMINATED DEFENSE, SECURITY, THE ECONOMY AND

YOU INSTALLED A FART AND MUST NOT BE VERY SMART,

I SOILED AND SPOILED AMERICA WITH A FART.

MY PANTS ARE SPOILED AND SOILED WITH A FART.

THE FART WITHDREW OIL OUT OF AMERICA, THERE IS NOW A BOIL ROTTED THAT CAN'T BE LANCED WITH A DART,

AMERICA'S PANTS ARE SOILED WITH A FART,

SO DON'T SPOIL 2024, VOTE TO DEPART THE SOILED FART.

ELECT NEW AND CLEAN A LEADER OF AMERICA,

WHO DOESN'T TOIL THE HUMAN HEART,

AND WHOSE MIND IS STRONG AS A RAMPART.

~Cory Morrel