Whose panels freeze I think I know.
His mansion off the Boulevard Square;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his solar cells fill up with snow.

His Bio-Boat some think it queer
To float without electric near
Copenhage-ish screams of “Hot Earth!” on a frozen lake
The largest Nor’easter in all the years.

He gives his hat to flight attendant bitch
And asks when shall our journey take?
The only other sound’s the Captain’s switch
De-ice the wings while Fuel Man shiver shakes.

The skies foreboding, grey and bleak.
But Carbon Credits have no voice to speak,
And no frequent flier miles to keep ,
And no frequent flier miles to keep.

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B-b-b-b-back to the fuh-fuh-future UPDATE: How will America Survive Global Cooling and Why We Will Never Beat The Soviets.

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