Sarcasm of a Naturist Fanatic (Oil)
Fly little seagull, fly with your oily wings
Or have some tasty dead oily fish
It will slip down the throat with ease
We humans call it a Gulf oil spill dish
We humans all love to go to the beach
Lay there all oiled up and tan
Why cannot the birds and fish
The Gulf oil will help it really can
The governments allow us to chop the trees
Destroying the rain forests with axes
Why not a little oil spill
They’ll cover it by raising taxes
So don’t pay any attention to the Gulf
And the life destroyed by the oil spill
Just lay back relax and enjoy
We’ll mop it up later just chill
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010
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