Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Billion dollar Penguins…
Love is a Persian Gulf oil leak
far out at sea…
It makes migrating flightless birds
billion dollar Platform Penguins
of you and me.
From; shore to shore, ahoy!
From; plutonic love too lovers
time's oceanic; paradise desert flower
crisscross's a whole world, all…
fitting into one pipeline bower.
In all directions… nonetheless…
It's; seedling oil.
Has, but one direction!
Too well-up from; the hearts pumps.
No matter the mountains,
Salt-rock, seabed, suppression…
'O our love will flood across…
The Gulf of Mexico'!
If it means filling-up that petrol tank
And not letting, love, go empty.
We'll build a billion dollar Platform
just for you and me.
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