The CEO
I would strangle the last polar bear cub with my bare
hands if it allowed me to sell one more gallon of gas.
If you told me El Cap harbored a single ton of coal,
I would nuke that motherfucker and dump the waste
in the Grand Canyon. Or the Pacific Ocean,
whichever costs less in transport, labor, and bribes.
Speaking of oceans, do not howl to politicians
about oil spills. You’re so cute to think they care.
Trump leased us millions of acres for ocean drilling,
and Biden leased us more than Trump.
You just figured out that fossil fuels warm the planet?
My scientists discovered that shit forty years ago.
Did I stutter? Are you stupid? What part of
shareholder value do you fail to understand?
Flavian Mark Lupinetti, a poet, fiction writer, and cardiac surgeon, received his MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. His poems and stories have appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Cutthroat, december, Redivider, and ZYZZYVA. Mark’s chapbook The Pronunciation Part is forthcoming from The Poetry Box in 2025. Mark lives in New Mexico.
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