Fight Global Warming? What's in it for Me?

Jenny, get those tree huggers out of my office.
I don't want to talk to them, and they only whine.
They don't bring me money. Get them to go.
It's a quarter past two, and we need to make
Room for the oil executives coming at three.
Those guys never whine, and they always
Bring money, and, Jenny, those tree huggers
Crowing the office have made it too hot.
I'm starting to sweat. You ought to turn up
The ac.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-18 at 14:50

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