Now, The Whole World Knows Poem by david lessard

We'd like to drill offshore,
It's black gold that we seek;
We want to make some money,
And we want to start last week!

It's the liquid dough were after,
Crude oil that we lust;
We want the riches now,
Then we'll let the sea-rigs rust.

What's that's black stuff on that bird?
The slick stuff on its beak?
Why's the shoreline so dirty?
Did you say we've sprung a leak?

Well, we can fix it up,
Give us six months or so;
We knew the rig had faults,
And now the whole world knows.