Excuse me if I'm crude—

who loses in who's who? I get

the axis of evil all

slicked up. Catch me if you can

or pop the can open cause

my Esso, my Exxon, my Ex

says tubs of me rev you up

better and better. One embargo's

largesse drillbits the next.

Baby, find me,

refine me, rewind me.

Trade autocrats

for crapper's rats.

Someone's always got the cash

but who said the guy behind

the counter's got the keys?

I can burn the midnight.

Don't dissolve.

Betcha insight's

industrial, thicker than,

quicker than.

Alas, dictates lubricate

a better rate, yes?

Give me the grease monkeys,

call me texas tea. Without me,

try jump starting

your neighbor's Hummer

cold mornings.

Sure, I flirt with records,

posh dollars, more.

But I feel sorry for some

of my suitors, the losers

over my barrel, so many

accident-prone. And what about

the other ancient fossils,

fueled less rare, about whom

who cares? Ah, deposits keep

the whatsits running, drip, drip,

so petrol's just a love-in.

These blacktops on fire, vroom.