They do not feed us regularly,
So making gas is a problem, you see?
Humans milk us for all we're worth,
From the time that we are birthed.
When we grow up to be big drillers,
Or those mediocre fillers,
It's all for one purpose:
To try and meet the surplus.
We graze on ocean dirt,
And with oversized tankers we flirt.
And eventually we'll be together
To make little gas babies forever.
But tankers are fewer this day,
The prices lead them astray.
They cost too much to run,
And that ruins all our fun.
Author notes
Why are gas prices so high? Let's hear it straight from the pump's nozzle.
A contest entry
- Talking Gasoline Pumps by Melodies.
525 points, ended May 19, 2007, 6 entries
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tooooo good!
This is a great persective!
Write on.
*PEACE*
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tryn again: I nam pissed.
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I nam pizzet tu
You really need to work on your spelling.
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wHNAT I medamnt to say bwas that I was notb som happy babouytb beinfg unp0sober, Intrhibk.l
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Itb is wonderful ton knoiw that peopek paybsomloittkle or peytril biuyb who cte vzaI know nIn dontb i thiunk KI am nb1po005BSOBERN.
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Poor pumps!
And the customers are always feeling so mad or sad or dejected or just plain helpless while at the pump!
And then the price that comes up is most shocking! 
A very fine entry! 
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pawns in the power games the poor gas pumps are made to suffer - they should go on strike, rebel against their oppressors
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