2010 Jun 21

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    This poem was inspired by the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon oil-drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico on 2010 Apr 20 and the subsequent oil spill.

Drill, baby, drill the politicians told us.

Oh, what a load of crap those politicians sold us!

    Drill, baby, drill, ‘cause nothing can go wrong.

    We need to drill for oil to keep our country strong.

Drill, baby, drill, put the wellhead a mile below.

We know we won’t lose a single drop in the Gulf of Mexico.

    Drill, baby, drill, as our rig rips up the night

    with thunderous explosions shedding copious heat and light.

Spill, baby, spill a million gallons a day.

Hey, we’re really sorry, ‘cause that’s our profits blowing away.

    Kill, baby, kill both life and commerce in the sea.

    Stop whining, Louisiana; it’s only Texas tea.

Grill, baby, grill corporate hacks on the witness stand.

Demand to know why they so carelessly sullied this pristine land.

    Drill, baby, drill for the sake of endless greed

    and just don’t give a damn about any other need.

Drill, baby, drill; if it blows, don’t cause a flap.

About your stupid fisheries we just don’t give a crap.

    Chill, baby, chill is what our CEO wants to do.

    He just wants to get his life back and a little yacht racing, too.

Thrill, baby, thrill to the oil companies’ deep contempt

for those silly industrial safety rules, from which they feel exempt.

    So drill, baby, drill, though it brings your blood to a boil.

    Until we develop alternative energy we’ll remain enslaved to oil.

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