Carbon Con Men
A gas called CO2, that is inert;
That plants breathe in to make the planet green;
A harmless clear trace gas that wouldn’t hurt
A fly, is now malevolent and mean.
(Though skeptics whisper: “It is sweet and clean”)
Invisible it is — its molecules,
No matter how one strains, just can’t be seen.
There is a theory, (it’s believed by fools)
That this rare gas a raging furnace fuels,
Which makes the planet warm to a degree;
But should it be reduced, the planet cools.
(A colder Earth a better Earth would be?)
This theory’s pushed by shysters with a flair
For making lots of moolah out of air.
— D.N. O’Brien