A satirical poem for the environmentally-conscious.

The Swamp

What is a swamp, I heard people ask.
Is it good or is it bad?  What’s its purpose?
We really do not know.
Believe me.  Follow me.
See the forest through the thieves.

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Chop ’em down trees.

I am a very rich man, if you don’t count foreign debt.
I have no reason to lie, says
The scorpion to the frog.
A champion of the common man and ill-begotten gains.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.  That’s not fraud.

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Chop ’em down trees.

The swamp is full of leaches.  Scum of the earth.
A plague upon all good folk.
Stands in the way of development —
Hotels, theme parks, canned entertainment.
Consumerism aplenty to satisfy even Mr ……

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Chop ‘em down trees.

Clearing the swamp makes perfect sense.  Everyone agrees.
Filters toxins, cleans the system, provides stability?
Nothing more than fakery.  A mere irrelevance.
Gonna get me a new ecosystem devoid of checks and balance.
Chainsaw army is gunning hard for that febrile wetland.

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Chop ‘em off at the knees.

See here —- green is no good, nor is color blue.
A symbol for degenerates who want to take away my dues.
Tree huggers, swamp lovers, democracy be damned.
Swamps are nobody’s business.
I’m building sandcastles on the burning sand.

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Chop ‘em down trees.

Global sea levels rising.  Trust me.  Have no fear.
We’ll protect you with wondrous engineering feats;
Even hold back the goddamn sea.
Buyer beware.  That’s my motto.

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Sentinels.  Just damn well chop ‘em down.
Then they’ll all be dead.

I’ll sell you a dream, a fantasy or two.
Just so long as I can make a filthy fortune out of you.

Be sure to read the small print though,
Otherwise you may be sunk.
Get yourself a rubber dingy or, better still, an ark.
For climate change is upon us and cannot be denied.
You may need to ride the rapids inland
If.  No.  When.  The levee breaks again.

If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.
Chop ‘em down trees.
Grease the wheel with mining money
rather than make energy from the sun.

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