Occasional satirical verse by
Perry the grey parrot, headbutting
a touchscreen wordprocessor.
It sticks in my craw like stale poppy seeds
There's damn enough oil eating deep sea bugs
Who deal to slicks as donkeys do to weeds-
Those oil men, drill bits, spills, hydraulic plugs-
The king is cockroach - through shade tints of rose,
Two faced oil men won't let oil bugs depose.