Powerful Couplets

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Australian poet, Australian power shambles, Coal seam gas, fracking, Fracking ban in Australia, Nuclear Power, poem, poetry, Power generation rent-seekers, Renewable energy scams, Rhyming couplets, Rooftop solar power, Solar power scams, Wind power scams

𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

Those spinning blades on the horizon
Mean your power bills will be risin’.

We’re sitting on a tank of gas;
Who comes to power? — another ass.

Our coal would last a thousand years;
But brightly burn, irrational fears.

Rent-seekers drain the public purse;
But “Climate Change” is far far worse.

Go nuclear? No, that won’t fly;
The science, the ignorant deny.

Then should we drill coal-seam gas wells?
Of course we should, but solar sells.

Okay, but we need base-load power!
Oh dear, there’s one born every hour.

— D.N. O’Brien

To The Dark State

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Renewable energy scams, Renewable power unreliability, South Australian blackouts, South Australian power crisis

I’m off to South Australia
Where the windmills sometimes turn,
But sometimes not, and then
It’s tons of diesel that they burn.
Where power is now the dearest
In the Western world by far,
And you’d better drive a Prius
If you want to drive a car.
Where on a windless, cloudy day
The lights will often fail.
Then South Australians pray for
Sunny weather and a gale.
Yes, Adelaide I’m coming!
Shining beacon of the arts,
Where sit the politicians
Putting horses behind carts.
They’re banning nuclear and coal;
They’d love to phase out oil,
Despite the fact the trains won’t run
And water jugs won’t boil.
But politicians are all fools;
Each one a dangerous pest,
And they won’t change, so I’ll conclude
With just this one request:
Please keep the lights on for that week –
The week that I’ll be there,
Then should you choose a darker state,
South Aussie – I don’t care.

South Australia blackouts

Juggernaut

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anthropogenic climate change, poem, poetry, Renewable energy scams, Wind farms

The juggernaut rolls on – it can’t be stopped.
Just like a lead balloon – it can’t be popped.
Each moment of each hour it gathers speed.
Its engine’s made of gold – its fuel is greed.
The dining car is fitted with a trough
Where first class passengers are heard to scoff
(While burying their snouts up to their ears)
At those who still refuse a slice of pie.
They say that they are fools – that they deny.
“Agree!” they say – it’s just a little lie,
As down the track the gravy train it rockets,
While passengers piss in each other’s pockets.
To corporations science has sold its soul.
To silence skepticism is the goal
Of “scientists” who can’t lie straight in bed.
The evidence is in – the theory’s dead,
But crooked politicians give their mates
More subsidies, more grants and more rebates.
Corruption wins while truth and justice fades
Beneath the tyranny of turning blades.
No care for all the sickness and the harm;
Another day, another ruined farm.
The truth will out, it’s waiting round the bend.
The juggernaut will meet a sticky end.

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