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The Oil Spill
by David Hill
It’s
like
parking in the fire lane
or
the manicured yard
or
two wars with Iraq
And
it’s like
drill, baby, drill!
So I say
hey
Mr. grocer
hey
Mr. Mexican
hey
Mr. soldier
And
I say
hey
mr. bp!
Why do you think we
pay you the big bucks?
It all boils down.
Like
the great
Jello Biafra
so succinctly said,
“Give me Convenience
or
give me Death!”
06/09/2010 Author's Note: us and them, us and them. rotten poem, rotten sentiment.
Posted on 06/10/2010
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
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