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Lets frack the rocks 



lets plunder the earth,



extract the profit 



for all its worth.



Pollute the water



so people may die



but  profit is enough 



as a reason why.



When the company



directors meet



we show the board a 



healthy balance sheet.



Future generations



can go to hell 



so long as me and my



company operate well.



We’ve not a mandate



to make a loss,



profit is good,



profit is boss.



Investors appreciate



the company worth



and away to hell



with Old Mother Earth.



When global warming



comes to a head 



me and my buddies



will all be long dead.



 




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