B.P. Stands For Burst Pipeline, Well Indeed Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

From Gulf of Mexico oiled shockwaves spread.
Transparency seen foiled in soiled rigged game
which seabirds sees seized up, face down, instead
of right to free flight exercized. Cry shame!

Slack shortcuts taken, Senate hearings show,
B.P. stands for Burst Pipeline, well indeed,
come chickens home to roost as oil s[l]ick flow
engulfs fish, bird, goo bayou, won't recede.

Man's proved his own worst enemy again.
Slick lobby spin jerks politicians' pockets,
perks irk, pollution oils wheels, greed for gain
pre-empts clean options, billing drilling dockets.

Dwell well on slick Horizon well, burst pipe
too close to home serves notice: change is ripe!