So shall I live, supposing thou art falseified,
Like a deceived customer; so face to BP's face
May still seem oiley some to me,
though capping anew;
Thy looks so oiley and fishy unto me,
thy heart in deep ocean place:
For there can live only hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy changeing plans
In many's cameras looks the false history
Is writ in birds and crustaceans and fishes strange,
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy BP face oil should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts oil and water can not mix with salt or heart's workings be gummed up,
Thy looks should nothing thence but have you there any grey poupon.
How like Eve's Macintosh Notebook doth thy beauty indwell, woe be unto thee BP
if thy cleanup oil spill answer not thy show and tell to William in mye dell.
