Paying At The Pump Poem by Manager Poet

Gas was pretty cheap about 35-38 years ago.
Muscle cars were the standard you know.
Something happened to forever change the price.
In 1973, something happened that wasn't nice.

The Ferengi of our world decided on an embargo.
Oil has always been used as a quid pro quo.
Profit and trade for them go hand in hand.
There's no stopping the rape of the land.

Do you remember the speed limit of 55?
It was Nixon's idea and that's no jive.
Today we no longer drive very slow.
Why should we? We're #1 you know.

Jimmy Carter once pushed for a windfall profits tax.
The future is limited traveling down the same tracks.
More promises with the revenue, but where did it go?
Perhaps it went to discover alternate energy long ago.

The Ferengi in us all are gluttons for more and more.
As a nation, driving a bit slower should be our chore.
The government eventually should stand up for us.
Until they do, have you ever considered riding the bus?