If there's one thing I can't stand
(And certainly there are many):
We should lend a helping hand
And give Haliburton more money.
As D.C. weeps inside
His gold encrusted mansion,
We should set our greed aside
And live for his wealth's expansion.
Deep Water Horizon, some time ago,
With BP and Haliburton,
In the Gulf of Mexico,
Bore the well that won't stop squirtin'!
Together they have financial woes--
Though still their worth cannot be counted,
Not even on all of the world's toes
Would a sum to it be amounted.
So all the more we should to them
Every penny, give away;
Look! Poor C****y's eyes so dim,
Let us brighten up his day!
If we could divert the gushing well,
Into C****y's boundless heart
(It isn't very hard to tell)--
The oil would fill but the smallest part!
Should his innermost desire
(In all frankness) be unfurled,
You wouldn't have to twice inquire,
He wants to own the entire world!
But alas, D**k's dream becomes obscurred
With every scale of lifeless fish
And for each feather of oil-soaked bird
The detergents dissolve his greasy wish.
But never fear, the bump incurred,
In the end, will mean but naught
his eventual fictory has been assured,
It's what the books have always taught,
So gather ye people, one and all
And fullfill your call to duty,
D.C.s rickshaw, we all must haul
And bid enslavement, "Howdy-doody!"