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.