to our environment no more.

He’d kill a forest,

just plow right through it,

and use as dump the ocean floor.

But he got greedy, and much too needy,

for fancy lotions and soft beds.

He cared more for his super phone booth

than the sky above our heads.

No doubt that fracking

enjoyed his backing

and he does love his dirty coal.

Pollution standards

he gave up tracking.

And there is no ozone hole.

But now he’s gone, but not forgotten.

He’s made a tidy getaway.

There are no jobs for men this rotten,

‘cept perhaps at Chick-fil-A.