Ima Ryma


Waste In The Wind


Being just in its infant stage,
Wind, as a source of energy,
Before it can become of age,
Must heed that politics there be.
D.C. will never let wind go
Ahead to show what it can do,
Without butt inning blow by blow
With pork projects and cronies too.
Tax credits - whether be or not
Depend on how pro winds do grease
The palms of politicians bought,
Renewables to never cease.

The best source for producing wind?
Congress - and not at all chagrined.

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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