Ode to a Tarball
You rolled up on the beach that day
all ugly black and sticky,
you didn't care whose beach you spoiled
you simply aren't very picky
From the center of the ancient earth
you ooze to surface rise,
to catch a glimpse at last
of sunlit Gulf blue skies
And on the surging surf you roll
your ugly toll to take,
on unsuspecting tourists feet you cling
a disgusting mess you make
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