We stain our shirts with oil
spills
as we ash our cigarettes
into the mouths of blue whales
and pretend that we don’t choke
when we say,

The world is our oyster.

We should pry her, unwillingly
open
and utilize her
most intimate resources
to better our-slick-selves.

There’s always somebody, willing
and ready
to cross the line.

Teach a man to fish
and he’ll learn to **** dolphins.

We aren’t the painters or the paintings,
we’re the products;
oil, rigs, and watercolors
used
to get
the job
done.