Am I going to take this seriously? With no instructions? With no limits imposed upon me? No discipline? No discussion? ¿No nada?
¡No way, Jose! I'm gonna have fun.
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Look at that thing, said Granny.
Look at what thing? asked Gramps.
That thing beside the old barn there,
It's giving me the cramps!
Look what it's done, the awful thing,
It's knocking the barn for a loop.
It makes the wind blow so dam'd hard
There's nothing much left of the roof.
The siding's falling off it, too.
And it's leaning on three corners!
If you don't get rid of that thing,
I swear we'll soon be goners.
What thing? Gramps asked Granny again,
Do you mean the wind turbine?
Yes, that awful thing of yours,
'Cause it sure as hell ain't mine—
It makes the wind just blow and blow,
The barn's got nowhere to hide.
Soon it'll fall right into the crop,
Take the horse along for the ride.
Then you and I will follow next,
Be blown right into the air,
Like trailer parks in Kansas,
You and me won't be nowhere.
Wind turbines don't cause wind, said Gramps,
They use the wind that's there
And turn it into 'lectric volts
For all of us to share.
'Lectric? Granny yelled at him,
Electric, did you say?
This thing causes lightning, too?
I'm gone! Get outta my way!
Now Granny's in the seniors' home
With meds, and folks who "care"
And Grandpa's pulled the old barn down,
First taking the horse out of there.
Each day before he goes to town
He looks out at the wind turbine
And wonders who had it installed.
'Cause it sure as hell ain't mine.
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