Ducks In Oil
Ducks in Oil
Ducks in oil, not a painting. The sad expressions on their faces. I never knew a duck
could cry.! Ducks in oil looking like bad clay molds, I know if they could they would ban
B.P. to Hell. All they can do is wait to die.... and slowly waddle against the
wall, condemned to death from an oil spill. Refusing their last meal. One looked at me and
said with his eyes; I don't have a soul. But I had my life. And this big corporation of
mirth, has failed to see my worth...The look he gave me said it all. If He could, he
would, .... ban B.P from the planet earth.! That's when I saw a duck cry.
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