Tomorrow is not guaranteed
for us to base our lives on,
for we could die from propane fumes
while filling our tanks at Exxon.
How is this tragic thing so true
that haunts us every day?
With petroleum distillates on my mind,
I cannot have fun, laugh, or play.
The thought of being in the presence
of gasoline is a horror,
and every time I start my car
I hear that evil roar.
The smell of it is quite absurd;
it really is quite smelly.
Its traces succeed to make me
lose my huge lunch from the deli.
This substance that we use as
fuel is dangerous indeed.
I do not like this crude oil at all;
I'd rather drive a steed.
So this is what I think about
while driving down the lane,
how tomorrow is not guaranteed
because of this propane.