Oil

Control ChloroFluoroCarbons or ignore tomorrow's problems and the rich will join the poor or starvin' Whether you toil in the soil or you're royal's the same thing ''I love this crowd! Is this an audience or oil painting?'' Grief has four sections: Denial, Anger, Depression and Acceptance Science Guise'll diagnose we're headed for the second So chew on that and masticate Procrastinate makes what should go first go last and wait Whether oil peaks in 1960 or 2040 is weeks by cosmic standards Autos transferred from horses and'll go back when oil depletes Antiques are scared stiff. ''The edge of a plateau looks a lot like a cliff.'' Hindsight's 20/20 Finite can be many It took a century to drain the oil but there's other fossil fuels CH4 has the smallest molecules Act now and change is still possible! OPEC holds back, it is viewed, for kopeks So next Iraq got jacked for it's crude 150 billion barrels. Arab apparel's a 'kaffiyeh,' not a 'towel.' After 1,2, or 3 wars, oil will still be a nonrenewable resource Now we pay for our follies Car corporations shut down hemp and trollies It's a fix, both politics and getting out jollies. Who predicts the new immigration When sky inflicts fire, hurricane, desertification Famine, and flood, islands go glug And malaria spreads to new areas from bugs? Invest in cancer drugs We survive guided by stars Not enough, we drive hybrid cars Respect arrives for this hide of ours When we're back on the range The laws of attraction'll change Shaved arm, waxed back, is bad for survival A strong women'll keep you alive a lot longer Leave behind what's too heavy: tv, torah, or a bible Tribes'll form from one-self Too late for remorse that Natives can no longer help And no resources for photovoltaic cells All things go in a circle. We work all day to pay what you burgle Yesterday is history, twist a tree and listen to Mr. B! New York is the shit. Give me an orchestra hit The Big Apple roasts in the mouth of the pork on the spit