Pot Helps pt. 8

Bullshit,
Bullshit,
bullishit,
bulloishit,
bulloilshit,
oilshit,
oil.
Hypocritical, computer-screen-staring, alcoholic American;
Like chewing on tin foil.

Day: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,
11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19

,
20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,
30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,
Forty.*

This doesn't affect me, concern me, it's boring me.
Like when I'm thinking of my autonomy.
Like those dog v. cat ideologies.
Like when I'm mucking in my own gulf of oil and sweat,
Bring me death.
If you can,
Not some bogus 'Top Kill, Top Hat' method of suffocation,
(Who made the decision that labeled chaos as an aberration?)
I am all sensations.
And if you want to kill me fast and now,
You gotta stuff some dynamite or nuclear weapons in my hole and,
KAPLOW! Oh WOW!
No more 25,000 gallons-a-day of bullshit coming out of my mouth.



*They've had 40 days to blow up and collapse the well and have dragged us around by our limp-dick, post-Bush, post-Obama-is-just-a-Wall-Street-puppet, ponytail wearing, pussy-ass liberalism while proposing all these comical and elementary solutions to this spill, because all they see is MONEY spilling out of that well and the only methods they will EVEN CONSIDER are the methods that allow them to retrieve the oil. And while they dick around and shrug like they have no idea how to stop this they will provide a 24 hour live footage feed (a mile under the ocean's surface (with proper lighting)) of the catastrophe. Footage they use to do nothing more than what I perceive as spitting in our face as they act like they have no idea how to collapse a reservoir leak with demolitions, or how to ask someone else to do it for them.

Or maybe not?



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