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Discipline Overdue

Hurricane BP is coming, I don't see a fitting name(alternative)- but to dub it such, the company that destroyed a coastal vista; the hurricane will ravage the coastal towns and cities. Then the gulf coast states will be renamed the black mess- and I don't have a mop big enough to clean it. I will however mail a package to the C.E.Os abroad and their faithful moochers. A package filled with toothbrushes and a sponge, a certificate of incompetence- and a badge of failure. Let them spend their last days scrubbing, let them give the stones- a shine; I don't want to see a spot of black leftover, nor a single feather stained with oil. Retribution is a cruel one but responsibility's divine. The spoiled five year old in an old man's shell will be disciplined at last.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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