Exxon/Mobil Profits By Del Abe Jones

Eleven billion, six hundred eighty million Is what Exxon made in ninety days One hundred thirty million in one day Are the profits that, America pays. Five and one-half million in an hour And ninety thousand for each minute Fifteen hundred for each second For that gas liquid, which we covet. That's just profits from, one company Of the scores, that sell us gas and oil While we pay four bucks per gallon From those falling wages, of our toil. While their profits go through the roof Everything we buy, costs so much more From those toxic goods from foreign lands To Salmonella, from, the grocery store. The oil companies and our government Have us clamoring to drill for more Exactly what they want us to do So they can do ANWR and offshore. It's just another of those great con jobs To keep us from, developing new ways To become, independent from their racket That, just pays, and pays, and pays, and pays.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2008

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