O is For. . . "Oil"

Oil! I must say,
I have a secret
Love.

It's you,
Sweet substance O'mine.

Billions rely
On the
Underground combustable
Greatness
Held in your shale.
Tyranny, pollution but also

Weath follow
In your
Taxably
Holy wake.

Beautiful
Licentcious
Oil, without you
Our new American imperialism would
Die a horrible death.