I LIKE APPLES BECAUSE I DO

BP: bitch, please.

You sick little critter, you.

You are as slimy as the taint

that you cream your liquid mother with.

You incestuous bastard, you.

If kelp had a face, you decapitated it.

and its mother. Sea lions swim

backwards, now.

And shrimp can fly.

You aren’t lying through

your teeth, no.

Your teeth themselves are lying.

BP’s bushy, bullying, bullshitting

president vividly resembles Bush.

Bush of the Great Blue; instigating

vicious atrocities on behalf of oil.

Put a sock in it, seriously.

If you put a sock in it,

your rape-juices might actually

stop gushing.

But

we’ll never know.

Because like the creatures

you’ve creamed, your eyes are

sealed shut.

Glued, for approximately – forever.

You coined the term: “wreak havoc.”

So, please – stop beating around

the Bush… and find that damned

Petroleum.

Please…

Bitch, please.