Petrosexuals - Poem by gershon hepner
on the freeways guzzle gas,
mocking all the metrosexuals
who won’t ever let them pass.
Public transport is no option,
considered by the petros retro,
and it’s too late for adoption
of a subway or a metro
for the petrosexuals weaving
into lanes that are obstructed,
like the metrosexuals grieving
for the lives thus interrupted.
Ancient Greeks who loved their polis
by such problems were not harassed,
but the glut of petrodollars
causes us to be embarrassed
by the petrosexuals drivers
who provide a poor solution
for a world whose last survivors
won't be gassed without pollution.
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