You Too Can Be Jesse Jackson: The Oil Spill Disaster

People love the ocean
So every Summer they get a notion,
pack their cars with devotion,
oops almost forgot the sun tan lotion,
load the kids with lots of commotion,
check the internet for promotions,
and drive for hours, bumper to bumper, in slow-motion
That’ll really try your emotions

You arrive at the coast
your vacation is toast
because of some oil line breach.
Damn, ain’t that a beach.

Goldman’s Lloyd Blankfein
can relax his mind,
because come dinner time,
BP’s CEO will be the world’s most maligned,
threat to mankind.

Tony Hayward, BP’s big bitch
could’ve prevented an eco-disaster with a simple kill switch.
That’s really sleazy
Turning New Orleans, The Big Easy
into the Big Greasy.

 
Fuzzy Wuzzy wuz a bear.
He like to fish in the Delta from his folding chair.
He grabbed his trusty old pole,
and headed to his favorite hole,
but what he saw hurt his soul.
A tear in his eye, oil up to his wader pants thigh,
Fuzzy screamed die BP, Die!
Fuzzy went insane.
He grabbed his rifle, and bullets; over 600 grains.
And Fuzzy began to train.
With 50 caliber thunder, Fuzzy was about to bring the rain.
While thinking of his wildlife friends,
wearing cammo so he could blend,
Fuzzy checked the wind and adjusted his scope.
For those responsible, time to abandon hope.
If you see flash from the bushes
it’s time to make your last wishes.
Because when you get oil on a Fuzzy Bear’s tail
you’ll have a Hell Hound on your trail. 

The environment thanks you!