Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
$5 a Barrel of What?
Oil?
Now sold at what?
Five dollars a barrel?
This is an immediate sign,
That something is not going too well.
Has anyone communicated this,
To those who chose this direction?
And they seem to be okay with this decision?
There just will be more greed.
With those who once had it made in the shade...
To stand with others who demand to feed their needs.
And you all know how improbable that is going to be?
Who is going to touch us anyway?
All Mercedes will be curbed.
And Bentleys will be driven by those deserving.
Well...
Why the gloomy faces?
Pass the caviar!
'Your Highness?
That was one hundred and five US dollars.'
My god...
Soon we will build heaven on Earth.
Right here in the desert!
When you have no clue of who those are
You choose to fight...
Do not ever pick the ones
To try to trick on their own land!
You only delay
Displaying yourself the fool.
Enough of this rubbish!
Where is the imported champagne?
And raise that to $115 per barrel.
It belongs to us.
They made this 'their' need.
Do as you please!
Have the lox and bagels arrived?
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Loved this. Clever indeed
A clever outcry against an ominous situation. Excellent. Love it!
Makes me want to run out an buy a used Prius!
A poetic concern on the rising price of the fossil fuel that squeezes the existence of the common man. Geat poen on contemporary issue.
CP