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.