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Back when Jimmy Carter was President, I was in Las Vegas when suddenly the strip went DARKI, really. JC went on TV and explained why the big trucks were more fuel efficient than our automobiles, for some strange reason. We were out of gas and out of time, out of electricity and rice, and singers and movie stars kept their clothes on the whole act, and North Korea  had no ideas about nuclear explosive devices.  Nobody knew who their leader was, or if they even had a leader. 

I had this convertable, a Chrysler 300, peach color, with a 440 engine, and it would go 140 MPH. I think it got 4 miles per gallon. 

Jimmy Carter 5

JIMMY CARTER
There's so many shortages
we don't know what to do
we're outa gas and coffee beans
and outa money, too.
The congress hasn't been much help
and peanuts just won't do,
so Jimmy please be good for us, 
and we'll be good for you!
Well my car's a little bit
extravegant, I know,
it's got an air conditioner
and 440 makes it go!
And every time I step on it
it pours the gas right through
and congress doesn't like my car,
but they drive guzzlers, too!
Well Jimmy Carter's leading us from desperation
and he's trying to save the family car
but the road hog is a gasser
and the gas ain't no cheaper
at the rate that we're goin now---we won't go far!
          © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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