The Oil Age

Underlies

The fabric

Of our lives



Drives politics

Consumes media

Delivers fresh meat



Cod livers on platters

The spleens mixed beans

Maybe they’ll save my brain



Just who was leading the parade

As it swept up lies filling in blanks

Causing an erosion of powerful words



Like a mighty wave we were thrust along

Dumbed down to grade school level we vote

Not with our minds but with the sadness of blues