Thread: Poem: A British Petroleum Afternoon

It’s a British Petroleum afternoon!
Miles of containment booms nicely coiled,
all of the seabirds completely oiled,
thousands of sea turtles cooked or boiled,
beautiful beaches forever spoiled,
so drill, baby, drill!

It’s a British Petroleum afternoon.
Bankrupted shrimpers who sailed the blue,
ruined by square miles of petro-goo,
wait in a government handout queue,
wondering what in the hell they’ll do,
so drill, baby, drill!

It’s a British Petroleum afternoon.
Corporate criminals counting dough,
watching their bonuses grow and grow,
paying for lobbyists as they go,
thereby ensuring the oil will flow,
so drill, baby, drill!

It’s a British Petroleum afternoon.
Burning the water while dolphins fry,
smoke columns dot the pellucid sky,
everything living begins to die,
nothing to do now, I guess, but cry.
So drill, baby.
Drill.

~ L ~

Ahh, sarcasm, my second language.

Not only is this current, but it's also well-written, poignant, and funny. Good job.

Though it is quite some time since there has been a "British Petroleum".

I know nothing about Britain, but it feels liek you caught he mood. I liekd it. Drill baby Drill!

I choose to edit over post - Garza.. if this is not a joke.. then this is a question. - Do you know how many people live in poverty Everywhere in the world? Thsi si fro the reply after me

Could it be someone is not up to speed on current events?

Ladywolf - I can hear this now being sung in the bars around Plaquemines Parish and along the Strip in Biloxi.

It's been far too long since I've read you, LadyWolf, and what a pleasure it is to do so again. Topical, very well constructed and dripping with sarcasm, in other words, your usual. Much enjoyed.

Best,
Lisa