Drilling, Drilling, Drilling

We will be drilling, drilling, drilling 
while you’re filling, filling, filling
your gas-guzzling juggernauts with discount fuel.

We will be grinning, grinning, grinning 
while we’re winning, winning, winning 
and we feel we are, god-like, ordained to rule.

We’ll keep on drilling, drilling, drilling 
while you’re drowning, drowning, drowning 
in your cars, swept away by the flash-floods.

And we’ll be fiddling, fiddling, fiddling
while we’re burning, burning, burning
and praying our prayers come up with the goods.

So keep on voting, voting, voting
while you’re floating, floating, floating 
down the landslide, swept out to the tide.

And we’ll keep drilling, drilling, drilling 
into all that oil we’re spilling
gold: some instinct animal’s inside.

“If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.”
– William Blake, Proverbs of Hell.

The good news: I believe that we, as a species, are well on our way to becoming wise!