IF ever I had a country : XIX - XX
XIX
If ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Minister of Industry
I'd put a stop to the production of machines that disturb the peace
Electric-drillers motor-bikes clanking street-cars trains infested with fleas
Exile all Formula One champions to Singapore and Monaco
Where only the reeking rich besides you-know-who go
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Industry
And even if I never ever had no country
XX
If ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Minister of Technology
I'd clamp huge fines on manufacturers of machines without silencers
Banish all noise-making inventors wifeless to the Antartica's fastnesses
Lock-up for life all architects and engineers who build tenement-flat cities
With walls and floors so paper-thin to permit all kinds of sleepless atrocities
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Technology
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 8, 2018
Categories:
drillers, abuse, environment, nature, peace,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Drilling through the Earth's thick core
Drilling till there ain't no more
Fracking goes right through the bore
So cheap gas now
Buy out the store
And all the folks behind the wheel
Just think their fuel a real steal
Frackers though can't work the well
As oil prices drop to Hell
Drillers holes are all just capped
Tools and rigs then tightly wrapped
Can't work for free
And get no pay
May come back some other day
Big oil folks now also cry
Forget offshore
Pass new fields by
And all stays calm
For just a while
But overseas
A big broad smile
Some months pass by
Our guard still down
Till one day
When we're in town
Pump prices up
We start to frown
Too late
We realize our fate
From overseas there's no more flow
So now we have no place to go
The frackers gone
The big boys tight
Can't just start up
To get things right
Keep our fracker folks in mind
If not
We're in a real bind
Categories:
drillers, appreciation, betrayal, loss, scary,
Form: Rhyme
We are being bombarded by space debris.
That’s why there are shooting stars that we see.
We can be thankful very few of them hit the earth today.
Most are small enough to burn in the atmosphere along the way.
We usually can’t see the ones that fall in daylight.
If a space rock hits the earth, it is called a meteorite.
Craters can form, but there are not many to see
That’s why the earth’s surface doesn’t look like the Moon or Mercury.
If they are too big, there will be no joys.
We will have to call Bruce Willis and his boys.
Can earth be left in the hands of some oil drillers?
The thought of that is enough to give me chillers!
Categories:
drillers, adventure, fantasy, science fiction,
Form: Rhyme