Poem about Fracking

[Robbie]

“Frack their quackery and whack their.....”

Sporting their Fedora hats
they open hornets nests
spewing Pandora boxes
in their profane oratory
Their greed drives cannon balls
into the earth's chassis.

Sporting their Pork pie hats
their drill seeds ravenous beasts
in the bowels deep sodden
of earth bleeding carcasses
like impure patterns carved out
in traceries of loveless gold

Their rhetoric drowns syllables
of common sense in logic
Fanfares, markets and fairs,
laughter mocking landfills
portioned out in heretic lots -
let's frack these fecking fuckers!

Their hydraulic rhythm
bursting the lungs lymphatic
while love fettered in the earth time
of doctors prescribing medicines
of river poison, brain cancer,
animal death and land genocide

Their drills adding weights
to scorched earths and scales
in manifestos and charters
pissing on the scorched policies
when hand shakes were a covenant
with the opium of truths.

Their exchange rates are
unemployable labour force
slipped discs on the spine
of the poor and pristine echo
Do not reciprocate their kiss
frack their quackery
and whack their crockery
out of business.