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.
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