Did my energy crunches today.
Ran up the jib, sailed on a pundit's lung.
I think that I shall never see,
a crisis as lovely as thee.
Went down to the filling station for a pint.
Bye bye American pie, drove a Chevy until dry.
Remember those huge art-deco gas pumps?
The Suburbans and Expeditions go marching,
proudly, with extra cupholders, toward a cliff,
where they stop to enjoy the view.
Read your Bible, get your story straight.
The Crisis will take quite a bit of energy,
and lots of its own verbiage and blood.
The filling stations are too far apart.
Filling stations
Filling stations
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