POEMS
by The Peak Oil Poet
Napalm 21 (Psalm 21)
George Bush is my oil man I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
In Oil lands rich; He leadeth me
And those that speak out shall die.
My tank he doth restore again;
And me to drive doth make
and for the God of commercial gain
The world’s last oil he’ll take
Yea, though I drive for miles and miles
Yet I will fear no ill
For George will find the gas I need
My SUV he’ll fill
My gas tank he hast furnished
despite our Arab foes
My life he dost with oil anoint
And my tank overflows
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in the white house forevermore
His dwelling place shall be.
The Lord’s Prayer
Our Oilmen, who art in Washington
Hallowed be thy Names.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
In Iraq as it is in Washington.
Give us this day our daily gas.
And forgive us our lying ways,
As we ignore those who protest against us.
And lead us not into depletion,
But deliver us from shortage.
For ours is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen
I Can Still Remember the Time Before the Crash
I can still remember the time before the crash
when we all drove around in cars and I had lots of cash
and anything I wanted, I’d just go out and buy
I’d even drive a mile or two - just to buy a pie
but then the oil wars started and everything collapsed
the supermarket shelves were stripped before a month elapsed
and people all turned really grim and gained a hungry look
we’d steal from anyone at all we’d kill for things to cook
and everywhere disease and grief and bodies left to rot
while gangs of grim and brutal men would kill and steal and plot
and people fled the cities and countless numbers died
and everything was so so bad not even mothers cried
our house was one of many then, a normal family home
but it was stripped and burnt for fuel when we had left to roam
and I remember mum and dad, my little sister too
but they were killed and eaten back sometime in ‘22
and now I know I’m dying, I’ve left no living heirs
nobody is alive to know there’s not a soul who cares
there’s only me so damned hungry I’m gnawing at the trees
there’s no-one left to kill and eat oh God please help me please
and as I stagger on and on through burnt and plundered homes
I see the the signs of rage and ruin and countless human bones
I hear the starving pack of dogs that follow close behind
and I am now so close to death I hardly even mind
I fall and screaming dogs begin to rip and shred my life
my mind drifts back to days of oil and to my kids and wife
oh life was so so simple then and life was so so good
but all we had we wasted, we never understood
Fill Up Your Attic With Brand New Shoes
Fill up your attic with brand new shoes
a pair a week until the oil-crash news
pick sizes and styles that will sell and last
because when there’s no cars shoes wear out fast
Don’t tell a soul (I intend no pun)
you can’t defend against a grim mans gun
pack some for you - you’ll need some too
and maybe some tacks and maybe some glue
and all the things that strugglers need
some axes and shovels and long-life seeds
and fishing tackle and guns and bows
and books on things that nobody knows
and needles and thread and lots of wool
and keep it up ’til your attic is full
tell no-one at all not even your kin
just store it and wait for the fun to begin
and maybe those shoes will be worth more than gold
and worth more than diamonds whenever they’re sold
and with care and with skill your attic will be
a bank for your future, just try it and see
All My Life Ive Waited
Well all my life I’ve waited and waited patiently
for an honest politician or two or three maybe
someone to spur my faith in men and women who might lead
some bright and honest leader not consumed by power and greed
I’ve waited nearly 50 years and watched you all go by
from left and right and center I’ve seen you have a try
I’ve heard you all, your ways and means, I’ve even followed polls
I’ve sometimes even had a vote and joined electoral rolls
but mostly I’ve grown sick and tired of waiting for my vote
there’s never seemed to be a point and so this poem I wrote
it’s written to you leaders, you lot who seek to lead
who take our hard earned money and let the country bleed
you think you have a mandate to choose the way we go
you even think you have the right to judge what we should know
you all assume you’re smarter and know the ins and outs
the ropes of legislation - cause we’re all dumb-ass louts
and so with little more at all than just ideals and whim
we’re very soon committed - and all must sink or swim
you’re led around by snout and ear by lobbyists with cash
and wined and dined like royalty and dressed to cut a dash
you stand in pomp and circumstance delivering address
while all your social policy becomes a stinking mess
I’ve met so many leaders and members prom-in-ent
and listened to them speak their case, considered their intent
but not a one, not ever, has piqued my confidence
nor even ever made me think that they are ought but dense
how many of you have a clue as much as even me?
I know that I am better schooled than you will ever be
and yet you think to lead us, to be our heart and soul
but none of you have any clue what should be now our goal
the peak in productivity of oil and gas has come
and very soon a world of shit is what it will become
I used to think the Greens maybe would lead us through the mess
but no, Jeanette Fitzsimmons even seems to not care less
for other things important are playing on her mind
and winning seats in parliament is all her work you’ll find
and that’s the crux, the problem of our democracy
it’s geared to periods too short or so it seems to me
before you’ve had a chance to forge some hope that we might win
again the time as come to vote and change the shit we’re in
but that is all you ever do you leaders at the top
and I forever wonder when this mess will ever stop
I watch my kids and grandkids grow and all the time I think
that maybe they will perish soon in all your mess and stink
I beg you now to stand up tall and start to make a change
to fight for true democracy that seems to you so strange
democracy is not at all a case of win and rule
democracy means citizens - a massive voting pool
where every single law you make is argued by us all
not argued just between you dolts then forced upon us all
come greens and Limbaugh lovers come independents too
come lefties too I beg you there’s much for you to do
start looking out beyond just now and educate us all
and seek to make this country one where we can all stand tall
try looking now at Sweden where they all know what comes
and guide us with a loving heart and please stop being bums
the future will be horrible we educated know
and now we want our leaders too to know the way to go
try speaking out more bravely, try speaking out at all
try giving up your party goals and save us from the fall
for Olduvai is coming (go google that and read)
the peak of oil will cause a crash so bad that we will need
a nation geared to live it through a people bold and brave
and so my good and noble readers here I end my rave
Our Hero Sought To Save Us All
Our hero sought to save us all
but we refused to hear
he worked and slaved to teach us
with rising dread and fear
“you must perceive” he cried and cried
but all we did was jeer:
“there’s plenty left” was our reply
our leaders gave a sneer:
“extremist people just like you
don’t understand the game
it’s market forces we obey
and shifting votes and blame”
“just understand the price will rise
and magic will ensue
the market it will save us
not idiots like you”
and so our hero hung his head
and wrung his hands with pain
his heart was torn with fear and dread
at all our children’s pain
for he looked ever onward
towards the coming fall
with grim anticipation
with what could kill us all
and though he thought to give it up
his calling and his quest
he summoned up his mighty will
and dug deep for his best
and so the years unfolded
and soon the Peak had come
but we all smiled and laughed aloud
’cause we knew what he’d done
he’d saved us from our ignorance
he’d fought our lazy ways
he’d banged our heads with words of truth
cause he’s the one who stays
we thank you dearly Robert
we understand it now
we know that we are worthless yobs
but you love us anyhow
When the Bankers go to Jail
the bible tells us not to steal
its there in black and white
our laws are based upon it too
do not do wrong - do right
but somehow since these laws were writ
weve seen the system fail
but things will change for all the best
when the bankers go to jail
when the bankers go to jail my friends
when the bankers go to jail
well finally see justice done
when the bankers go to jail
when the vampire squid has been deep-fried
in the slime of Bernanks words
when politicians tell the truth
and not be lying turds
when "austerity" applies to them
and fairness does prevail
well finally see justice done
and the bankers go to jail
when the bankers go to jail ee-hah
when the bankers go to jail
well all be dancing in the streets
when the bankers go to jail
if all was as it ought to be
when any business fails
investors take a haircut
amid their tears and wails
but in our mean kleptocracy
that the MSM does hail
the working man pays all the bills
and no banker goes to jail
when the bankers go to jail thank God
when the bankers go to jail
the haircuts will be number ones
when the bankers go to jail
were predators i must admit
its human nature too
to seek a better living for
our wives and children too
but animals were not you see
it not just fine detail
we keep the law, control ourselves
and the bankers go to jail
yes you bankers go to jail you scum
all you bankers go to jail
youll be some brothers jail-house bitch
when you bankers go to jail
you may think its a silly dream
to think of their demise
theyre oh so very powerful
and every banker lies
but one day soon well overthrow
and have them by the tail
well tar and feather all of them
and send them all to jail
when the bankers go to jail for good
when the bankers go to jail
well hear the bells of freedom ring
when the bankers go to jail
first published: 07/12/2011 at http://www.zerohedge.com/
Fred and Bill
Fred said Bill i think were fucked
to which Bill asked why so?
well, Fred began (not in a rush)
i cant say that i know
but what i see when i look around
is freakin me fuckin out
Bill, thought a bit and then replied
so whats this all about?
oh Bill this damned economy
just doesnt make much sense
we all work and we pay our way
for little recompense
and every year it just gets worse
the news is always grim
theres less and less employment
and the profits are so slim
and housing, what a fuckin mess
those thieving bankers wrought
has left most underwater
on any house they bought
and all those folks in Europe now
their leaders sold them out
the average workin family
there knows not what its about
and China, bloody China, look
its like a monster fire
a burnin all and everything
in a global funeral pyre
and all that carbon in the air
they say were gonna cook
and all the oil is runnin out
theres nowhere left to look
and people, Bill the people -
theres billions of us now
and millions more are born each day
wholl feed them all and how?
i tell you Bill Im in despair
im almost without hope
the futures looking so so bad
i dont know how ill cope
Bill pondered for a while Freds words
with heavy heart and mind
he had to cheer his partner up
with gentle words and kind
Fred, listen man its not so grim
theres so much out there yet
the planets, well well mine them too
and think of what well get
remember Chris Columbus?
he found a brave new land
with oil and gold and silver to
so see and understand
the universe is infinite
its ours there just to take
theres nothing that can stop us
theres nothing we cant make
some times are tough and some are good
we do the best we can
we bear the worst, enjoy the best
so lighten up ol man
and Fred, he did, he swallowed it
and heaved a mighty sigh
a smile broke out upon his lips
he waved and said goodbye.
And as his best friend walked away
Bill, cried a bit inside
because you see our Bill he thought
to Fred hed downright lied
theres no bright future for our race
were fucked and Fred was right
were so so fuckin stupid
that in the end well fight
well fight and kill in millions
well drag our neighbors down
well kill and steal and lie and cheat
and in our shit well drown
the rich will party on and on
the poor will starve and die
the middle class will whither
and our mothers they will cry
were terminal our species
like beasts we are but worse
and all the beauty we create
adorns our funeral hearse.
And as ol Bill did walk away
into the setting sun
the sound of drunken revelry
had only just begun
first published: 07/13/2011 at http://www.zerohedge.com/
There Is No Fat Left in the Land
there is no fat left in the land
weve sucked poor Gaia dry
weve partied while we raped and burned
whats left? Who knows? Not i
were predators whove preyed til now
on everything we saw
but all thats left to prey upon
is us. So now its war.
The strong will prey upon the weak
the young upon the old
to keep the middle class alive
our children will be sold
descent to bloody anarchy
will shred our civil skin
the truth of what we really are
is just now sinking in
were all so nice and proper
when Gaia foots the bill
but now the piper must be paid
that means we have to kill
we have to kill the bankers
the politicians too
the CEOs and billionairs
kill them and all their crew
and all with aspirations
to grow and grow and grow
wed better knock that on the head
and put their heads on show
and when were scabbling in the dirt
for anything to eat
and almost everyone is dead
oh boy will that be sweet
well be what we were in the days
before our reason dawned
before we dreamed that we were gods
before our greed was spawned
well fade and die a species
that might have had the stars
but lacked some fundamental thing
we used up in our cars
first published: 06/26/2011 at http://energybulletin.net/
Peak People
Ive heard about the oil peak depletion of reserves
and doomers claiming that were screwed is getting on my nerves
and prices going ever up no matter what the cost
but the real problem seems to be peak-people
The talk of global warming all the carbon in the air
the scientists are warning but tax payers do not care
and all the talk on carbon tax has left me feeling lost
so I guess Im just another stupid sheeple
Ive often wondered if the peak of population looms
and our time is bright but short just like a fleeting flower blooms
and maybe theres no going back the tipping points been crossed
cause were all of us the most well be peak people
If its lonely at the pinnacle of seven billion souls
far lonelier it is to be the last left digging holes
to bury all our kindred dead their tombs might be embossed
with the simple words here lies the last of people
Flations
So what are all these flations
that people talk about?
its plain that theres at least two sides
two sides that scream and shout
deflation screams Mish Shedlock
Puplava he says no!
Inflation is the way of things
Im rich so I should know
Were common folk who walk the streets
and spend our hard earned cash
on things we need to live each day
so we should not be rash
Or take a risk on borrowing
when all could turn to shit
oh no we must be careful now
were hording every bit
So when we hear inflation yelled
across the MSM
were worried that our savings will
be worthless in the end
and when we hear deflation
we scratch our heads and think
the falling value of our house
is headed for the sink
dont tell me its velocity
or credit we can spend
or talk of printing money
that is worthless in the end
the truth is that reality
has crept up from behind
while we were drunk on boundless oil
that anyone could find
as asset prices crash and burn
and milk and bread costs rise
the net effect is just the same
for us its no surprise
if anything cost all our cash
its value will decline
and anything we need to live
will climb and climb and climb
so take your stupid flations
and shove them where its dark
the simple truth is that were fucked
its simple, true and stark
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