Oil glut

As without, so within — A social commentary in two poems

Photo by Michael Starkie on Unsplash

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I. Oil

duck low, driving SUVs,
Humvees, once—
now Cybertrucks

kinda queasy
nearly reeling

too easy—needy

surplus
bursting at its seams.

while those in power
gnaw the beams

Muscle-relaxant 
spoil of war

nestled
between oceans
trapped in foreign seas

ah,

pipeline's blocked
then, a rumble
shoot water deep

ex(s)hale

today's version
(I'll be blunt)
of a hurried hunt

the blackened feast
well deserved

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II. Glutton

hiding mouth behind
that heap of heavy
kinda queasy—

too easy—needy

loosened belt
and button popped.

while desire, in charge
gnaws the gut—

Limbs dangling
fermenting glut

patty-melt downer
in the chair
not goin' anywhere

blah,

face is pale—wrong tube
belly rumble
wash it down

exhale

the modern equivalent,
(I'll be blunt)
of a bloodlust hunt

the putrefying feast,
well deserved—

we've been served.