B(e) P(ee), a poem about BP

A poem about BP.

B(e) P(ee)

Oh, BP
If only you could BE actual PEE
And mightily micturate
Into the ocean
A well aimed jet aimed at the well
The slicks and tar balls to dispel
A cleansing stream that cuts through streaks
A hydraulic force to match the leaks
An antidote to the surging gusher
That would usher in
A lusher
Eco system
An arching cascade that cuts through the crude
I don't mean to be rude
I'm not an impudent person
I'm just randomly assuming pee to be a natural dispersant
I'm not certain about the physics
I'd leave the operational logistics
Up to you
Though I realise it's not really
Your strong suit
And to wee Tony Hayward
I'd say carry on, my wayward son
There'll be piss, when you are done
We know you're just a corporate foil
I know there's this Mexican gulf between us
But sadly
It's full of oil
And to misquote Gandhi, BP
BE the PEE you want to see in the world
There'd be no accusations
Just slightly soiled crustaceans
Even now, for you, BP, it's hard to see ramifications
So you may feel golden
But you are also
A shower
This hot water
Must be due
To the trouble
Ur-ine

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• BP
• poetry
• satire
• oil
• British Petroleum
• gulf

[nchide]

'There'd be no accusations

Just slightly soiled crustaceans'

beautiful. just... just beautiful. I'm welling up.