Drill, baby, drill!
For oil to soil the soil we toiled to till
Kill, baby, kill!
No stopping the dropping of bodies; we’ve coffins to fill.
Shine, baby, shine!
We’ll show there’s no going against what we know is divine.
Whine, baby, Whine!
Don’t abstain, just complain. Tell the world what is yours is now mine.
Shill, baby, shill!
Forget morals, rest your laurels on the fortune you can distill
Drill, baby, drill!
If you’ve got it then flaunt it. If you don’t take it then who will?
– Shaman Romney 2017
What do you think?