I have a solution to all the oil and labour,
It may seem bizarre but I am a biosphere,
Lacking morale and all the safety
Of a well-to-do worker.
The fuel of a billionaire was a big bang,
Once you are wary, money will grow
And your fuel has recently expired,
Full are the cows of the neighbourhood.
My bows and arrows are for men like me,
Cars travel along the hairs of a mammal,
For they cheer up the winding path,
For the roads are longer than before.
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