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
Is now the mark of racists

In dorm latrine I shat 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
Became the sign of racists

And in the morning light I saw
Ten thousand fraudsters maybe more
Student crying without thinking
Students chanting without listening
People made demands that factually didn't square
No one dared
Disturb the meme of "Racist"

Stools, thought I, you do not know
PC like a cancer grows
Smeared my turd so I might teach you
Faked alarm that it might impeach you
But my words like rectal droppings fell
Swallowed by the yells of "Racist"

And the warriors howled and brayed
'bout the fecal cross I made
And their pres flashed out this warning
To the lynch mob that he was forming
And the guy said the turds of the prophets
Are written in the bathroom stalls
And dorm room walls
And whispered of the signs ....

Of racists

“Genius is finding the invisible link between things.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

At other times, Comrade, genius lies in recognizing loose material that has potential and polishing it and firming it up before passing it as your own. Sometimes you can make a real splash in this manner

What I mean, of course, is that I saw the first two lines of this song at another website (Aceofspades) and realized I could finish it off with a flair