Are You Refined?
Poem by Linh Dinh
I used to paint with linseed,
Now I paint with crude oil.
Draped in cheap oil and sweating oil,
Under an increasingly hot sun, I steer
An oil car, on oil, towards my oil job.
Look at that skyscraper made with oil!
Billboard-size minimalist oils decorating
Spanking lobbies of unctuous firms.
Before meals, I pray and take an oil pill.
To feel upper or downer, I chug a lug oil.
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