It was not the kind of tea party we had expected
An uncontrollable stream of Black Gold bubbling forth
From the depths over the horizon
This toxic soup swirled and churned in sea currents
Threatened each and every aqua marine inhabitant
While the devastation was most evident
When Black turned the beaches, swamplands and coastline
It's so last century, this Oil we depend on
With so many viable alternatives on the horizon.
© Calac
Texas Tea: Informal: Petroleum, oil drilled from the Earth
Black Gold: Informal Petroleum
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