Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the iceman came and came
the wind roared over the choppy lake
like a furious spirit

tore the arms from the evergreens
threw them unceremoniously to the ground
The Goddess of Natural Events

blew long and oh so cold
and it felt like a warning to me as I stared
into a pile of the future

I saw the words in the sky
if we do not develop renewable energy sources
we will all be enablers to a crime

abetters to a tragedy,
and so it is... Captain Rex and Greasy Vladimir along with
RUMP THE ORANGE

have different ideas than I
Drill Baby Drill, I picture Sarah Palin
undulating in orgasm on a bed of pine needles

I watch her cum then set a match to the pyre
I wish it was only a dream, or still reality TV perhaps
but it's real

hey, where´s the Christmas´s spirit?

(funny poem...! )

Maybe Sarah Palin meant something phallic about that "drill, baby, drill". She is largely subconscious or unconscious anyway.

You are right about ecology.

Sometimes it just seems like endless winter.