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OIL SLICK
GREASY STICKY ICHY MURKY THICK:
TO ANYTHING IN ITS PATH IT TOUCHES LIKE GLUE IT STICKS:
PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN THE GULF THEY CANT EVEN SLEEP:
THEY CAN SMELL THE NASTY OIL IN THE AIR DEEP:
CLEAN UP WORKERS HAVE TO WEAR PROTECTIVE MASKS TO PREVENT THEM FROM BREATHING THE TOXIC FUMES IN THE AIR:
IF YOU GET THE TOXIC OIL ON YOUR SHIN BEWARE:
WHEN YOU SEE THE OIL MIXED WITH THE OCEAN WATER BLUE:
LIKE A SEWER WATER IT SMELLS SO BAD TOO:
WHEN YOU SEE THE OCEAN SLICK ON THE WATER:
YOU REALIZE ALL LIVING THINGS IN THE OCEAN HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTERED:
WHEN YOU ARE UP FRONT AND CLOSE AND SEE AND SMELL AN OIL SLICK:
YOU WILL FEEL NAUSEATED AND FOR DAYS BE SICK:
13--JULY--2010:
JOHN D. JUNGERS
TO ANYTHING IN ITS PATH IT TOUCHES LIKE GLUE IT STICKS:
PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN THE GULF THEY CANT EVEN SLEEP:
THEY CAN SMELL THE NASTY OIL IN THE AIR DEEP:
CLEAN UP WORKERS HAVE TO WEAR PROTECTIVE MASKS TO PREVENT THEM FROM BREATHING THE TOXIC FUMES IN THE AIR:
IF YOU GET THE TOXIC OIL ON YOUR SHIN BEWARE:
WHEN YOU SEE THE OIL MIXED WITH THE OCEAN WATER BLUE:
LIKE A SEWER WATER IT SMELLS SO BAD TOO:
WHEN YOU SEE THE OCEAN SLICK ON THE WATER:
YOU REALIZE ALL LIVING THINGS IN THE OCEAN HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTERED:
WHEN YOU ARE UP FRONT AND CLOSE AND SEE AND SMELL AN OIL SLICK:
YOU WILL FEEL NAUSEATED AND FOR DAYS BE SICK:
13--JULY--2010:
JOHN D. JUNGERS
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