Sunday, July 27, 2014

Sing a Song of "Progress"

Where the landscape moves beneath your feet,
And the fluid spills
Can move whole hills,
While a pipeline dribbles in your street...


Where the water tastes like methane gas,
And the flaming spigots
Bemuse the bigots
While the people take it in the ass...

We know we belong to the Kochs.

And those Kochs folks got no time for 'jamokes.'

So when we pray

"O baby Jeebus yer okay!"
We're really sayin':
Get me the fuck outta here, please!
Frack la-homa, go "Way!

(With all due apologies to Mess'rs Rogers & Hammerstein.)

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