Tar Party...

Post by AquarianM on May 22, 2010 at 1:34am

Tar Party...

Half the Gulf is tar on feathers,
Slicked and sick with a rainbow sheen,
The oil-sleepers in office finally had their bloomers ripped off,
And it's dang ugly under there,
Just like the crude in my next marguerita,
And the shrimp, they're beginning to oil,
Never again to boil,
So get 'em while they're hot,
Or while you can,
Because I,
For one,
Have never forgotten,
Which President was an Oilman,
Or was it Snake-oil Salesman,
Or appointer-in-chief,
And I won't forget which didn't clean house after,
Either,
Or who's been voting against the sun and wind,
It's all stuck in my craw,
Kind of like oil is to a fish.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/22/2010

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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