Pot, Kettle. Kettle, Pot.

A politician is a shifty one.
And so is his opponent, in a case
In which a cry of “liar” in a race
Is said by politicians.  All the fun
Is had in watching all creative ways
For one to call a lie what’s half a truth,
To hope that all the eager, voting youth
Will finally believe it, or amaze
Their elders by assuming it’s a lie.
It’s only half and half, but any note
That truth is complicated doesn’t vote
Or bring ‘em in for voting.  Never try
To speak with subtlety when out campaigning.
But cry for Noah’s Ark whene’er it’s raining.