Dear Editor,
If gas gets anymore expensive
It will be measured by a single drop
And we’ll be carrying it around
In a tiny little gasoline teacup
They used to check my oil
And fill my tires
Now they check, to see
When my credit card expires
They used to give us
Cups and steak knives
Now they control the destiny
Of our very own lives
We love our cars
With no restriction
Unfortunately they have given us
This horrific addiction
How much profit
Do these guys need?
I think we have gone to criminal
Far surpassing simple greed
I’d love to show them
Exactly what I don’t like
But I’m just too damn old
To try to ride a bike
Tom Engebretson, Gilroy
