Grime Poem by James Dylan

Some say a battle is raging for Oil
A war is being waged and this the spoil
The idealists tell us it is a crime
To fight for this most precious grime
Well those of you so quick to denounce
Your beloved car needs every ounce
If you really are against the wars ill
Stop whining and begin to show your will
By exiting your home and leave the car still
Ignore the desire of your feet
For pressing a pedal from a seat
Ignore that scheming, depressing little tank
A few extra pennies may stay in the bank
However if your need leads you to drive
Thank the lord that more filth will arrive
Helping your car to stay alive
So stop talking about the war and oil
As your comfort on the street will be its spoil