A Poem by A R Lowe

I am shale gas, seeping around

Come and find me underground.

It might make a mess

and cause the odd quake

but if you say yes

I’ll hiss like a snake.


Pipe me and send me away to your houses

Those that dislike me are just silly grouses.

Who wants green fields and birds on the wing

when I could be powering all your things?


So don’t be so squeamish and let in the rigs,

I’ll come up smelling of roses and figs.

My footprint is tiny, my structure discreet

so turn on the gas and put up your feet…


…open the paper

     and look for

      a new house,

       you shale suckers.

© 2017 A R Lowe

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Added on February 22, 2017
Last Updated on February 22, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, fracking, environment, pollution


A R Lowe
A R Lowe

Lancashire, United Kingdom

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