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Friday, October 19, 2018

Ghost Gasses [in the sky]

Ghost Gasses [in the sky]

To tax, to rule, to take their cut,
And other deeds infernal,
The rulers of a people must,
Point to a threat external.
..
For eons war has been their spook,
Sacrifice justifying,
OK, while they were killing gooks,
And poor folks did the dying.

Yippi-i-o! Yippi - i - i !
OK that Poor folks die!

But thermonuclear armed foes,
Are less attractive bad guys.
If only war they could dispose,
They wouldn't seem such mad guys.

Their arrogance, to justify,
Some threat needs to be forming.
"I know! C O Two -- in the sky!
Blame that for global warming!"

Yippi-i-o! Yippi - i - i !
C O 2 in the sky!

The theory goes:
Surrounding Earth,
Just like a hothouse glass is
Carbon Dioxide, holding heat,
And dubbed now:
"Greenhouse Gasses".

As C O two escapes from flues,
Increasing concentration,
It holds more of the planet's warmth,
Like better insulation.

Yippi-i-o! Yippi - i - i !
C O 2 in the sky!

The warmth will melt
Antarctic's cap
Of ice into the oceans,
To flood all coastal cities
Causing horrible commotion.

Each match you burn,
Each step you take,
Each time you fire a neuron,
May cause the very oceans'
rising Up to meet Lake Huron.

Yippi-i-o ! Yippi - i - i !
Oceans will rise sky high!

O' what a theory this will be!
O' what a tyrant's treasure!
Just think and plan
What can be banned;
What Draconian measures!

The scared cities,
they will demand
To ban unneeded burning;
Then scarcity will bring to hand
Authoritarian yearnings.

Yippi-i-o ! Yippi - i - i !
Ban what they oxidize !

For why should yokels drive in giant
V-8 powered pickups?
Just ban their ass,
and premium gas,
And cows, that breathe and hiccup.

So scientists were mustered to,
To prove:
a heat wave's forming;
And CO2 -- the bugaboo,
That's causing global warming.

Yippi-i-o ! Yippi - i - i !
C O 2 in the sky!

They threw vast governmental sums
To make supporting data.
But when the studies had been done,
There was no correlator.

Then satellites took surface scans
Across all Mother Earth there;
But no clear path
'tween heat and gas
Could satellites unearth there.

"Satellites, No!!" "Satellites Fie!"
Darn Data From the Sky!

But some inventor showed them how,
The tropics' desert oceans,
Could bloom and suck up C O two
If given iron potion.

The scientists rose to condemn
His simplistic solution:
"How dare he find an easy way
To obviate pollution!?!"

Too Simple - No! Can’t let that fly !
Won’t tyrants justify !

Then Doctor Sally, up she spoke:
"Look here, right in these tree rings.
There's fourteen-hundred years of data,
Correlating three things:

"When solar output increases,
The Earth responds by heating;
And when the Sun goes cooling off
Earth's temperature's decreasing.

Yippi - i - i ! Yippi-i-o !
Less output will make us Cold!

"And C O Two, that bugaboo,
As cause you would be passing,
Earth's thermal state,
Won't correlate -
There is no greenhouse gassing.

"In fact, in twenty-fifty-one
We'll end this warm and nice age;
When solar cooling has begun
To start a brand new ice age."

Yippi - i - i ! Yippi - i - o !
In Four decades we'll get cold!

Just feel, yourselves, when sun goes down,
How you get cooler quickly,
And when the sun, comes with the dawn,
How you get hot and stickly.

But Doctor Sally, on the toes,
Of her employ'rs was stepping
Her forthright chants
Endangered grants,
They found that most distressing.

NOW SALLY DEAR! Don't blame warming star-ward!
And Don't use the name of Harvard!"

"For academic freedom's fine
And you can be our honey,
But we cannot allow your speech
To cost us federal money."

"Yes, we get paid to seek the grail
Of greenhouse correlation;
Your facts, the train,
they would derail,
toward global legislation."

Yippi - i - i ! Yippi - i - o !
Don't make our money go!

In ‘thirty-seven Henry Ford
Used fuel, CO2 neutral,
To run his cars on hemp oil,
Squeezed from plants, all green and beautiful.

But Big Oil went to Congress
With some money and some lies.
And banned farmers from growing hemp.
Said, "U.S. hemp must die."
Yippi - i - o ! Yippi - i - i !
Some people might get high!

Big bucks we need to spend now,
Congressman Israel said,
To fund a Moon-shot-like effort,
Clean energy instead.

When told of Ford’s hemp oil plan,
He said he wasn’t gonna,
To save the world, allow a plant,
That could make Marijuana.

Yippi - i - o ! Yippi - i - i !
Some people might get high!

From Kyoto* there echo cries
for global legislation,
Which wouldn't pass if folks knew:
Warmth
just comes from insolation.

And still the press promotes as fact
The hoax of global warming,
In hope to justify the New
World Order that is forming.

Yippi - i - o ! Yippi - i - i !
Ghost gasses in the sky!

© 1997 Chris Garvey [Global Warming poem];
© 2005, 2011, Chris Garvey
© 2012 Chris Garvey [hemp stanzas]