for the love of Oil

( - ode to Houston)

They line up their jewels in magazines,

shiny covers of elitist goods.

So elegant. I need their glamour, their sparkles.

Tell them how you acquired it all. Tell them –

Oil and gas. Oil and gas. I love oil and gas, I love killing just for sport. Just in fun. I love killing just for sport, just in fun. Oil and gas.

“I love the hunt; I need the hunt and the kill. I remember when my father put that first gun in my hand, when I was only 5.”

Fourth generation riches.

With your beautiful wife and gorgeous house in River Oaks.

I live next to your factories, to your chemical plants. That smell from the time of birth. I am your mutant; your plants are my home. Your smokestacks, pillaging of the earth, your greed. I got your toxic waste, your decay, and chemicals.

I receive your dumps, your buried waste, your contaminated rivers, water, and soil.

We play outside while the ‘cloud makers’ make us fresh goods, polys and metals.

You like a good hunt and sport. Your Museum of Fine Arts parties. Glamour.

---Swamp.

---Glitz.

---Toxins.

---Golden

---Deadly poison

---Let’s go for a drive with the top down, lets travel to Europe.

---Shut the windows and doors, something burns my throat

---Shiny black cars

---Eating the paint off, corroding the walls

---Cheese and wine

--Why, mommy, why can’t we go into town and play?

---Theater

---We have a crappy television set.

---America! It’s like God.