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.
Yet, they 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 to add
taxes to the price of gas.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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