Welcome to the oil slick California.

[Brian37]

On a dark ocean seaway,
Warm smell of ineptness, rising up through the air 
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a greedy light
My head grew heavy, I had to stop for the plight

There  was the corporate, 
Stopped in the doorway
I heard their mission statement
This could be Enron or this could be could be fake. 

Off in the distance
I saw a shimmering link
It was an unfortunate choice
Of one or two in the stink

Mirrors on the ceiling
Big oil melting ice
And all the polar bears
Don't care about human vice

Last thing I remember
I was running for the truth
Tring to find the passage back
To avoid Fox News uncouth

Don't quit your day job.

No problem, I am retired.

But pretty damned  sure you know what song I slaughtered.