A poet's plea, a truth to impart, Don't defend a preferred turd, who's played a cruel part. For years he's spewed venom, a constant, foul stream, On boards where respect should be the main theme.
Now fate intervenes, a just, swift decree, He's getting what he deserves, for all eyes to see. His words, once so sharp, now return to sting, A bitter harvest, the consequences they bring.
Bullish