The earth knows the score
As reservoirs weep, their secrets unsealed
The pumpjacks nod solemnly, to the moon in the sky
The boardroom convened, a clandestine affair
Beneath the moon’s crescent, the deal was struck
A handshake of crude oil, force futures aligned
Assets exchanged hands, like whispers in the wind
And the market quivered, sensing change undefined
But beneath the surface lies earth's bounty and consequence
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Or better yet, DO quit your day job AND stop posting.
Don’t quit your day job
watered ruined by fracking chemicals but pockets filled with money by those in politics who live elsewhere. Gains? no, only a heavy heart for knowing you did wrong and now are not allowed to spend the money in peace.