I have been stating a fact,
I have been stating that oil is rife
In a country like ours, rising above the rest
Of the world.
The petroleum has conquered and I can save it.
What to tell? What does distinguish it from beer?
Beer has best properties and wine is a speciality.
We are driving with our hoods on,
But it is statement after statement
On someone’s list.
I have not speeded or driven or maddened.
Rather my peace has shrivelled from disaster
And that is mad.
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