Cap Say Sin{Capsaicin}

So the eyes, are the windows to the souls, I guess the mouths must be, slamming doors; make that swinging gates, and we the children running in and out; and again! Write down all the notes and sing it or not, but all out with it; in blood sweat and tears, as our own, are to near and dear, to us. You love the others drama make up stories for the thread boat to China, shreds broken down dyed and recast as whole cloth. No time for two times. Disposable my ass, go climb landfill Texas, but watch out for the vents. Incredible gases but no frogs no snakes no pests and you can't drink the water but the tanker comes to fill your tank on Friday; and the injection wells hum on, cap it and down the road. Wildcatting is fun, but the toxicity and effect show is better, and at these half-life prices the show will never end(especially if you're easily amused like me, and love the sight of oilswirl on water).
I wonder what this will all look like in another million years?