Joyce Kilmer's "Trees," Refined and Improved

Submitted by Matt Birkenhauer

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Friday, 12 July 2013

Dedicated to David and Charles Koch

I hope that I shall never see
A closed down oil refinery.

A plant whose hungry maw's not pressed
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A plant that won't spew gas all day
For which our lemming culture pays;

A plant that won't in summer wear
A nest of robins in its hair;

Upon whose bosom no snow lays;
As global warming wins the day.

Oil is refined by fools like us.
But to your kids we leave our mess.

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