He read that it hit fifty degrees
Fahrenheit smack dab in the
middle of one of the two poles;
does it really matter which?

Mostly white, male lobbyists
for big, ginormous energy
corporations headed by
mostly white men jingle

a little change in their pockets
and politicians have orgasms
just thinking about campaign
coffers and more offers.

In their best southern drawls,
the old, white guys stand
in one of the two houses;
does it really matter which?

And pontificate on how this
is their Father’s world and
how Jesus died for their
sins, for Christ sake!

And what does that have to
do with the cost of tea in
China, when it actually has
a lot to do with it, because

of all the pollution choking
the soil and air and water
here and there; does it really
matter which?

Here old, white guys clamor
and obfuscate while the South-
west burns and the heartland
dies of thirst while being

flooded out of house and home
and the South shutters from
tornadoes and those on the
East Coast watch water rise.

And the good, ol’ white boys
uncork a top shelf bourbon
not even thinking about gene-
tically modified corn in the cup.

And it just begs the question,
“When the old, white guys
go, will it be any better?”
Probably not, human

nature being what it is
but it’s long overdue
for somebody else to
give it a try, while the

white guys just sit on their
ass and hoist a glass to their
heavenly Father and Jesus,
who died for their sins

for Christ’s sake.