The New State Toast
Here’s
to the home of the billboard blight
Which
sprout like weeds both day and night
Where trailer parks sprawl outside the gates
Of
McMansionvilles in the Old North State
Here’s
to the land of the builder’s buck
Where
the trout and his friends are out of luck
Where
Chuck Koch has bought the vote
And
caught poor DENR by the throat
Here’s
to the land of boom and bust
Leaving
our parks to close and rust
While
begging others to send us trash
So lobbyists
can make some cash
Here’s
to the land of the coal ash pit
Where
toxic sludge is allowed to sit
While
Rucho calls all those frackers here
To
give their cash and bend his ear
Who
needs Yucca Mountain, we have Jones Street
Pile
all that waste beneath their feet
Maybe
then their toes will feel the heat
Of
the Hell we’re headed for, tout suite.
