Mind The Gauges

 

Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

You're driving along.

 

Faster vehicles pass,

 

And then your car just dies.

 

Nothing all that wrong,

 

It just ran out of gas.

 

Time for you to realize...

 

 

CHORUS

 

Unless you're a total knucklehead,

 

Oblivious to the warnings of the sages.

 

As you proceed on the road ahead,

 

Don't forget to mind the gauges.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Jane was my lover. Yeah, she was a keeper.

 

Then she said: “You should have seen the signs.”

 

Now I'll be careful to dig a little deeper,

 

When they tell me that everything's fine.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Unless you're a total knucklehead,

 

Oblivious to the warnings of the sages.

 

As you proceed on the road ahead,

 

Don't forget to mind the gauges.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

So many predictions,

 

Came from Nostradamus.

 

You can still find his books on tape.

 

 

But a statistician,

 

By the name of Thomas,

 

Was the man behind the drape.

 

 

When the critics declared,

 

Michele's quadrains were prosaic.

 

His followers made it all worthwhile.

 

 

But Tom's efforts were impaired.

 

The tools he used were archaic.

 

All of his databases were flat file.

 

 

The successes they achieved,

 

In Medieval France were daring.

 

Such prophecies were unlawful at the time.

 

 

But using the help he received,

 

Without full credit sharing,

 

Meant Michele's books were twice the crime.

 

 

Without all of Tom's spreadsheets,

 

And endless green bar reams of data,

 

That physician would have called it quits.

 

 

But being forced to take a backseat.

 

I'm hoping Tom was paid pro rata,

 

Or at least received free heath care benefits.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

Nothing keeps my car from reaching warp speed,

 

Except the fear of Smokey's flashing lights.

 

So don't expect that lame warnings I'll heed,

 

Because the EPA is trampling on my rights.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

Who needs catalytic converters anyway,

 

Since global warming is only natural.

 

Once every glacier has melted away,

 

We can all climb Mt. Everest, au naturel.

 

 

CHORUS

 

That's right, I'm a total knucklehead,

 

Oblivious to the warnings of the sages.

 

As I proceed on the road ahead,

 

I don't care who minds the gauges.

 

 

VERSE 5

 

Here in Metro Springfield, we're kind of nervous,

 

Cause our power comes from atoms, not from coal.

 

Problem is that our firm which provides electric service,

 

Has Homer Simpson at the power plant's console.

 

 

CHORUS

 

OK, I'm a total knucklehead,

 

Oblivious to the warnings of the sages.

 

But gas power we should have instead,

 

Guess I do care who minds the gauges.

 

 

The End

 

 

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