Thursday, April 30, 2009

The final poem of April...

Never Ask Your Neighbor to Save the Environment when he used to be the Vice President

He doesn't recycle
There's no compost pile
He blacktopped his driveway
Shoot, he probably spit in the Nile

He stands in his yard
Spraying an aerosol can
I even saw him yesterday
Dumping out his oil pan

He turns up the heat in the winter
And the A/C in the heat
His carbon footprint is like
Sasquatch with swollen feet

But I'll keep my mouth shut
I will say nothing more
It's tough to talk to
A hypocrite like Al Gore

Thus endeth National Poetry Month...