When I try to write prose about the disaster in the Gulf of Mexico I invariably end up typing lots of four-letter words as the only way to express my deepening rage. So, rather than inflict “filth flarn flarn filth” upon you, dear reader, I have decided to torment you with doggerel. Enjoy, if you can…
The BP Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico
The oil floats upon the waters;
The oil lurks beneath the waves.
The oil glops and glurps and slaughters;
The oil brings only early graves.
To some it seemed a slam-dunk issue;
To some it seemed like common sense.
If its energy for which you wish you
Drill down deep through dark and dense.
Though energy was not what was wanted
By profit-seekers and stockholders galore.
Money was sought and money flaunted
And now oil washes up along the shore.
“Drill baby drill!” demanded the demented,
“Drill baby drill!” their battle cry.
“Drill baby drill!” and they meant it
“Drill baby drill!” and never ask why.
“Drill baby drill!” is what was said
By Sarah’s pretty empty head.
The “party of life” making life dead.
The “party of life” making life dead.
Let’s talk about Obama and his reaction,
Let’s talk about how he he can’t stop the spill.
Let’s not talk about the political faction
That’s all about “Drill baby drill!”
Forget all about Cheney and Bush;
Those oil guys are yesterday’s news after all.
What energy task force? Let your brain go to mush;
Obama should be the one to take the fall.
Don’t get it wrong, Barack is not blameless;
He is clearly not an environmentalist.
But false equivalencies with the shameless
Hacks who chanted makes thinking people pissed.
So what can we do to stop the spill?
What can we do to even the score?
Forget a fine I want to kill!
I want blood of oil executives to wash up on the shore.
I know that I will never get to see
A sight as wondrous as BP
Executives strung up in a tree.
Come on, it can’t be just me!
We should take every single cent
Of BP’s ill-gotten gains,
And make sure all that money’s spent
On cleaning up, not PR campaigns.
The entire oil industry should be nationalized
And phased out as time goes by.
This solution is easily rationalized
But is probably pie-in-the-sky.
We all know exactly how this will end.
We all know little will be done.
BP has in Congress lots of friends
And the spin machine has already begun.
Sorry for the cynicism
But it does beat cursing about the spilth.
Sorry for the pessimism
But it’s all I got without filth flarn flarn filth.
We can hope that things will change
We can think that this time will bring something new
But this spill is so bad I’d gladly exchange
It for Exxon Valdez 2!
So what am I saying, what is my point?
Just that something has to give
Our economic system is so far out of joint
That it is destroying how we live.
Well done! I see a guitar and a night of Corey singing Eco-protest songs at the People’s Cafe in your future.
Beaches and oceans awash in soil,
Creatures dead and livelihoods spoil.
And so conglomerate BP
Wouldn’t we all like to see
Them dipped in burning oil.
Well done, I would have really enjoyed it more if it was fiction you were writing.
Clearly there are many fingers pointing in all different directions. The President has taken the right steps, albeit slow… I would like to see the area declared a disaster zone! Nobody has any idea what this is doing to us!