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4 Responses to “Mike Darda: WE ARE AT A TURNING POINT”

1. The Peak Oil Poet Says:
   August 18th, 2011 at 2:16 am

   i tell you Bill I’m in despair
   i’m almost without hope
   the future’s looking so so bad
   i don’t know how i’ll cope”

   http://thepeakoilpoet.blogspot.com/2011/07/fred-and-bill.html

2. theexpertisin Says:
   August 18th, 2011 at 7:43 am

   There once was a man named Barack
   Whose brain was hard as a rock
   And he said with a grin
   To the masses’ chagrin
   I’m brilliant!
   Oh My,
   What a crock

   The buck stops at the top…..

3. isolde100 Says:
   August 18th, 2011 at 11:19 am

   The ATM: an ode to the financial crisis

   A woman pulls cash out of a wall
   The sirens scream as the heavens fall
   Helicopter Ben drops money from the sky
   Far away in Iraq, the soldiers die.

   The streets of San Francisco are paved with gold
   But you can’t scrape and you can’t hold
   Merchants of false hope, the bankers lie
   Like plastic surgeons, for a piece of the pie.

   Talk politics to me and whisper in my ear
   None of the things I need to fear
   Approach the gallows one and all
   The mighty dollar is about to fall.

   A billion here, a trillion there
   It matters no more, not even where!
   When every shelf in the store is bare
   Our only response is not to care.

   The people marched with purple rage
   Black, red, yellow and sage
   An eagle soared and fell out of the sky
   A tank drowned out its piercing cry.

   As darkness falls, the shadows rise
   An eerie echo of heaven dies
   The waiters count their paltry tips
   And we, in bed, shrink from the apocalypse.

   - Originally published April 2009 on Rosecantine.com in honor of National Poetry Month

4. The Peak Oil Poet Says:
   August 18th, 2011 at 11:17 pm

   cool :-)

   have you seen this old one:

   Blair and Bush and Big John Howard
   Sophist, crook and little coward
   Sick in mind and word and deed
   slaves of fear and fame and greed

   http://thepeakoilpoet.blogspot.com/2011/08/blair-and-bush-and-big-john-howard.html