how many barrels
of blood
we sucked
from Mother Earth
boiling about
its cooling core
might gush
one day
in the far far
better future
like a silly
teenager
over her latest
squeeze
how good it felt
to blow steam
instead of keeping
it all in
to fuel
earthquakes
and tidal waves
thanking texaco
for the star
she could fall for
in the mad scramble
for profits
bolster the next
century's drillers