Watts of horsepower move the brute
fossil fuel things givin the planet a toot
electric engines quick off the mark
don’t wanta be left standin
at the startin line
in the dark
without an extra 30 odd clip
a bear might laugh
before it bites me calf
and maybe kick a hip
dust in the distance those four wheeler hogs
drive through darkness
headlights off and green night vision
cash transfer wars in the fog
west where the cities
seem fit for the dead
because life out there
saturated by drones
kilt wild living greens
they can take 100 billion
onomatopoetic bucks for war
lose it like water running through the floor
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