I need your warmth, your coal burning heat
You need my payment of the heating bill
To go dig it up.

We need clean air for breathing
when you come home at night,
doff your oxygen mask
And wait for dinner

Grown somewhere safe from pollution
Carried by biofueled truck
Past the automaker's dilemma.

Too tired for internet news?
Go play your video games
About saving energy


If you have any comments on this poem, L. Fullington  would be pleased to hear them.

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