And I think factory health care is
absolutely charming
And factory education lets us school
the huddled masses
While Conoco and off-shore rigs
produce our natural gasses.
Factory transportation is a middle
seat in coach
It’s soccer moms in minivans, the
thrifty man’s approach.
If there ain’t no fancy Lear jet parked
outside your bungalow
It still means you can pack your lunch
and stand in line and go!
I love the pharmaceutical who’ve
given us new life
From cancer cures to botox shots,
reduced our stress and strife
And doubled up our life span, though
you hear them cursed a lot
By the very ones whose world they’ve
changed, I guess they just forgot?
Forgot that all the coal they hate gave
birth to industry
That heats our homes and gives us cars
and opportunity
And jobs, and time to stop and rest,
take respite from the toil.
We built a country, good and great,
with blood and sweat and oil.
There’s some who sneer and denigrate
what we call factory farming
Though we can feed the multitudes,
they find it most alarming
“They’re using everything,” they say,
“to make it more efficient.
And cheaper for the common folks.
Do they think that they’re
omniscient?
Folks, there’s nothing wrong with
gardens or organic, we all know
The problem is most can’t afford food
that costs so much to grow.
If the world was a perfect place, the
‘complaining’ crowd’s ideal
We’d have no impact on the earth, bananas with no peel,
Forests without clear cut tracts,
factories without smoke,
No endless freeways, windmill farms,
no global warming jokes.
But none of us, ,specially farmers like
the crowding and pollution
But with the help of oil and gas, there
came a revolution
Where people could find work to live,
and improve their situation
And farmers who could feed
themselves, were asked to feed the nation.
And we who till and mine and build
your malls and schools unending
Leave footprints with each concrete
pour that take millennia in
mending
The search to give us all good lives,
and all … not just a few,
Should also strive to make our tracks
less harmful when we do.
So here we sit on God’s green earth,
each one a worker bee
Contributing our own small part to
have prosperity
And I for one am thankful what oil
and factory farming gave
For if we’d stopped each time they
whined, we’d still live in a cave! 
