Firewrite Poem

Global Warming
The fight for oil
Has lost some energy
Over the years
As the Barons of Big Business
Watched their supplies dwindle
Like a candle in the night

But now the battle has once again
Gotten a smog laden, unleaded boost
You see there was an unforeseen
Yet pleasantly delightful side effect
To all this toxic fossilized
Plant matter that we’ve been fiendishly
Pumping into our
Cars
Into our
Atmosphere
Into our
Lungs
Into our
Demise

The heat it creates when it insulates
Melts
Melts
Melts
The ice one
Drip drop
Drip drop
At a time

Freeing up a new untapped glorious wealth of black gold
Enough to line our pockets
Enough to seal your fate
Enough to raise the Asthma count a few thousand
Enough to keep your gas prices just reasonable
Enough to stop the bitching

But somewhere down the oily slope
We slipped
In some environmental bullshit
Something about Global Warming
Something about oil is killing
The entire planet
Whatever that means

Who cares about fifty years from now
Who cares about no ice caps
Who cares about loss of habitats
Who cares about no winters
Or possibly eternal winters

Because the bottom line is
Four billion dollars pure profit this quarter
The bottom line is they’re getting rich
And they don’t give a fuck
Let the peons choke on 3.18 a gallon
Let them choke on the fumes
Let them fry under the UV rays
Let them drown in the streets of their own cities

Preservation of life can’t be drilled
Out of the core of the earth
Which will give them the energy
They’ve grown addicted to
With it we’ll poison their lives
And they will pay us handsomely to do so