Bp Poem by Joe Rosochacki

In Detroit next to the Ambassador Bridge,
lies the intersection of Clark and Fort,
Opposing one another were two gas stations, a Marathon and BP,
Trouble has been brewing for two for weeks possibly for years,
All because the Marathon cut the price gas by cents,
-by a whole three.

It gave way to fighting with bats,
It gave way to arguing in the street,
It gave way to wrestling with no mats,
It gave way to finally a gun being produced-
Its bullet finding its way the barrel of a gun to find its target,
The BP’s owner head to meet.

Three cents is a lot of money to deal gasoline,
Two thousand gallons a day,
600 dollars a day,
more than 4,000 dollars a week,
more than $200,000 a year,
but its all fair in system that we profess,
A bit much for cold blooded murder
You have to certainly confess.

The police closed down the Marathon,
Giving all the business to BP,
BP then raised its gasoline thirteen cents,
For the competitor was gone,
Now all the BP station is doing is taking advantage of this situation,
After all what is done, is done.

(11-17-2007)