Wednesday, May 12, 2010

BP Traveling Show

So, it’s been so long since I wrote anything here that I forgot my password. As I jumped through the hoops to enable a new password (I have obviously done something wrong, as it has taken 47 minutes at this point) I have gone from impatience to anger to frustration to irony. Oh well.
Now, I don’t generally do political/current event commentary poems, but with the recent British Petroleum oil spill I make an exception. I have been through a string of emotions from surprise to impatience to anger to disbelief to anger to more disbelief. But I’ll spare you the ranting, and leave this little comparison that recently popped to mind.

BP Traveling Show

Do a little dance
Some fancy foot work
Tip your hat
Twirl around
Watch closely everyone…
Nothing up my sleeve –
Now you see it,
Now you don’t
And now for the old soft shoe,
As the band plays on…
Exit, stage right.

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