Up in the dark room
miles of petroleum reports were held to the light.
Much gas was expended on production streamlining,
new designs, and how to sell to India.
“Nearly one billion poor souls wearing out their feet.”
The possibilities were seen as endless.
Soon they got pumped up and roaring.
“We can and will do it.” someone screamed,
while far away in Jaipur, a small boy vroom vroomed
though his dreams, watching his own exhaust lured
towards the coast, with bucket and spade attached to the rear.