Old Man Oil

Old man oil, that old man oil,
His careless doings, bring folks to boil,
But old man oil, such stuff don't roil,
He just keeps drilling along.

His power's mighty, his lobbies toil,
To see his planning, big spills don't spoil,
As they befoul, the seas and soil,
He just keeps drilling along.

You and me, we bitch and moan,
Watching the tube we whine and groan,
Though dead fish float, the air made stale,
This man still finds a way to bail.

Folks get ticked off, 
From years of trying,
Of leaders shrugging,
While nature's dying,
And old man oil,
He just keeps drilling,
Along.

*****

©2010 Michael Silverstein

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