Justice
Or the one about
The oil king
Whose car runs out of gas
In a southern state
Who wanders in
The forest for a week
And one day
Stubmbles senseless
To the door
Of a backwoods
Mad mechanic
Who has modified his truck
To run on
Fingernails and piss
And the liquid
Pressed from human fat
And needs
To go to
Market.
(1977)
Written during the gas shortage of the 70s. Relevant today also.
