Fuel needs oil

Released from soil,


Cocktail fed,

Kicked loose, unearthed,

Inching towards worth,

Not buried below

Ground – no show.

“Frack the oil!

Roots won’t boil!”

Argues our cash,

Chugged in a flash,

Kissed goodbye,

In the blink of an eye,

Nodding silently,

Grimacing, “Frack me.”


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