Ode To Oil

Ode to Oil

Black gold, Texas tea, the black shit that makes the world go around. Dig a little deeper there’s more oil to be found. In 1804 we hit our first billion. Now approaching 7 we enter oblivion. This deck of cards is built on an oil slick, pull the petroleum card out and you do the arithmetic.

Fruits, vegetables, self sustainable living, we keep taking from mother earth but she is done giving. Plastics, rubber, and throw away technology, this is gonna be hell on earth no matter your theology. This white supremacist way of dominance has extinguished any hope for prominence. Capitalism and patriarchy have built this golden calf. Maybe anarchy can bring this empires flag to half- staff.

All of these systems are fed by our addiction to fossil fuels. Create consumers and apathetic robots in our schools. Eat, digest, eat, digest is all we know. Time to reap the seeds we sow. You can’t maintain this fanatical pace. Our new found “green” fad is a slap in the face. There is no urgency or is it just too late? Has this era of absurd comfort already sealed our fate?

Peak oil seems to be a foreign concept, forgot how to grow food and find fresh water while we slept. Everyone thinks they can buy their way out of this but if can’t grow a fucking carrot you won’t have a pot to piss. So what is one to do with this terrible news? Ah fuck it just forget it and buy some new shoes. The scientists will come up with something brilliant and fast. I wouldn’t count on it though, cuz nature always bats last.