by Gary Walton
Those awful wells
In the desert
Pumped blood,
Choked with cholesterol;
Then the hearts of
Our cherished automobiles
Would burst, the victims of
Their own excess, gasping with
Corroded plumbing;
Then, we could let them diet
On low fat hydrogen cookies
And triglyceride solar cakes
Until our minds cleared
And our carotid highways
Were wide, clean and healthy, at last.
~
Copyright © 2007 - Gary Walton
Published: 3/1/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem