Beating
the Heat the Right Wing Christian Way
They'll be a hot time on the old earth quite soon
Some of us in colder climes may just count it a boon
Others fear the strangeness and its impact on the ants
Still others hope that it may result in increased grants
I am simply not concerned about minor details
Regarding what will happen here after death prevails.
I really have a better way that helps me beat the heat
Die and get it over with and stay off of the street
Of course there's some among us who will wonder if I'm trading
One heat for another, if my bill of lading
Has a destination like the one that some expected
But all such claims and fantasies ought to be rejected
I simply need to keep regarding life as a condition
And reject the nascent folly that denies contrition
I can be as sorry about the bad things that I've done
As any priest or psychopath, --as nearly anyone
And as for global warming which is not a mere sensation
It is simply just a problem for another generation
I will hear the trumpets call long before it reaches
Such a vast proportion that it spoils all the peaches
I can drive my SUV and maybe buy another
Never mind the waste of it. Should I keep my brother
In Iraq in poverty? Or keep on burning oil
Faster yet and faster till the oceans boil?
Should I reckon with the truth or convince the jury
That studies of the scientists are too much sound and fury
I can of course at my own end simply cry out sorry
And God will say "You're welcome now to bask here in my glory"
Six billion now and more of us are clamoring for fuel
Perhaps if all owned SUV's life would not be cruel
What's that? The price of gasoline is going through the roof?
There must be some conspiracy, I've got to find the proof!
Perhaps the Arabs are to blame or maybe it's just Satan
The patriarch of evil come to minimize my trade in
I wonder if that SUV that gets much better mileage
Can be made to run on wood or maybe even silage?
So it goes and in these throes of paralyzed analyses
Our fate is sealed our goose is cooked and bound up in chrysalises
We face the future through our shields of gossamer denial
And count on God to succor us and go the extra mile
The skeptic in me wonders how such bastions were erected
Around the simple truth of it? Is it that we've perfected
The resonance of our own voices talking without pause?
Or is our simple ignorance finally the cause?
Our fate dear friend is in our hands no matter how you say it
I hope you plead and snivel less and hope that when you pray it
Will be with your mind open to some refined solution
Or losing what we have here will be the sad conclusion.
