I insulate; I pound my chest;
seek power from the sky;
I polish up my SUV;
and still you ask me why
the earth is in rebellion
and ice is melting down
and soil is blowing off the fields—
and thinkers of renown
are all predicting doom and gloom
and making me upset
by telling me I must do more:
my cheeks are getting wet
from listening and weeping
at all I have to do;
they tell me to recycle
and shut my toys down, too.
And what’s all this about the oil
and fighting in Arabia?
Must all of us stay home and cold
and using nothing gaseous?
Now sacred Wal-Mart says it’s green:
it insulates and darkens
a certain number of its stores,
and yet its trucks aren’t parking
and goods it imports from third world
on time for us to purchase
are filling up our landfill sites:
it’s just like cakes and circus.
I’m off to the Drive Thru, where I’ll wait
and idle all my horses;
yet I’ll defend this way of life
with all our worlds’ armed forces.
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