Tension At the Pumps
There is tension at the pumps,
folk's eyes look glassy and glazed.
And a sense of frustration
keeps concerning eyebrows raised.
Feeling they've been bamboozled,
customers contain their rage.
And yet, curse under their breath
at the numbers on the gauge.
Siphoning off hard-earned cash,
speculators rob the till.
And manipulate markets,
not caring who foots the bill.
Keeping us oil-dependent,
big business has become crass.
And governments love adding
taxes to the price of gas.
(Quatrain)
8/3/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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