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, BP

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.

I know you’re just a corporate foil

I feel 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’ll be no accusations Just slightly soiled crustaceans.

Even now, for you, BP, it’s hard to see the ramifications

So you may feel golden

But you are also…a shower

This hot water

Must be due

To the trouble

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