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.
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