Poem - a work in progress

[ashling]

Oh give back my home
Where the frackasses roam
Where they siphon our water away.
While its hotter'n Hell
By the damned frackin wells
And the paper says "air hazard today"

Home home on the Gas Range
Where the Oil and the Gas Comp'nies play
Where what they leave us to drink
will eat up your sink
And they laugh 'cause they don't care anyway.


Oh it smells like the dickens;
God, we hate you Boone Pickens
Right down to your chemical core.
for your formaldehyde and benzene
Deisel fuel and toluene
Weren’t in our well water before