Driving down the highway with the pedal to the floor
I was feeling kind of down and in a funk about the war.
I noticed that my microbus was nearly out of gas
When some jerk in a hummer came a riding up my ass.
I felt my heartbeat pounding and the blood rush to my head,
And I stepped on the brakes when I started seeing red.
The fool nearly ran me down and blasted on his horn,
So I flipped him off and cursed the day that Henry Ford was born.
I found a filling station and pulled in to fill my tank;
When I saw the price of gasoline I wondered who to thank.
After emptying my wallet I fired my motor up again
And as I drove on down the road I thought this ride has got to end:
This infernal combustion that makes everything go fast
Is burning to the wick and churning out the greenhouse gas;
Infernal combustion is what got us where we are,
But we may have driven down this road a little too far...
-From Existential Opera
© 2006 by JC
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