Barrels to Bottles

An oil rig, like a leech in the ocean
Steadily slurping
Thirst is never quenched
A clumsy hurry, a suicidal flurry
Money is driving
Up this steep, windy road

And now a machine, a cold, fast machine
Identical Parts
On the assembly line
Always producing, so much to be doing
We need all this junk
To fill space in our lives

And from all our efforts, behold this creation
Aren’t you proud
of the job that we’ve done?
A quick sip of water, then into the trash can
To rot forever
In a hole that we dug