New TCBH! Poem: Mister Fracker and America go for a walk one day

Fracker: It’s just over there on the other side of these trees.

America: What’s that noxious odor I smell upon the breeze?

F: That smell is giving away the surprise.

A: Oh, well, I’ll just close my eyes.

F: See? We pump all this crap into the well

and out comes gas, which we sell.

A: Does this industry make jobs for Maggie and Josh?

F: Good American kids will do “Anything for cash.”

A: Will we be sickened by the chemicals we drink?

F: Not if we don’t see them. What do you think!

A: I’m looking at all those pipes and tanks and flat-bed trucks.

F: Basically it all just injects and sucks…

For the rest of this poem by GARY LINDORFF in ThisCantBeHappening!, the new uncompromising four-time Project Censored Award-winning online alternative newspaper, please go to: www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/2089