The horizon is over-cast by the deep water
Yet it is everything but still
As i am fixed on disaster
New species birthed this day
Crude Dolphins and seaturtles
Rich with Omega BP, bad for the blood
Now bad blood cross oceans
Lives lost to bad notions
Of what makes a bottom-line
Now from top to bottom lined
With dark grease and toxic sheens
Dispersed till site unseen, never out of my mind
Or maybe I am
As i consider torches and pitch-forks
All fouled up no time for talk
Just enough to place heads on pikes
For spite, revenge and warning to the next
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