Oil spill rap

I went outdoors and dropped on all fours when I heard the roars; from the fishermen, wondering when, they could go back to work; they were going berserk, 'cause the beaucrats, and other fat cats, were makin' up rules, they were actin' like fools; telling them they had their back, when quite in fact, they had no idea of what panacea, would clean up the mess that caused their distress; so they tried to assess how they could address, the problem that they could not allay; but they put the blame and tried to frame, the company that was called BP, that caused the disaster but could not master, the clean up try, and bye and bye, the feds took charge, but by and large, they made it worse; and now I hear, the fishermen curse, the government that couldn't reverse something that was so adverse...