Grass in Green Meadow Chinese eat dog. Japanese eat whale. Les Français eat snail. Some fellas eat grub. Africans eat wildebeest. Latinoamericanos eat testicles of bull. Cowboys and Indians eat bison. Other fellas eat kangaroo. Dog eat lazy dog. Whale eat sea plankton. Snail eat plant. Grub eat leaf. Wildebeest eat grass. Bull eat grass. Bison eat grass. Kangaroo eat grass. Lazy dog eat no one. Sea plankton eat no one. Leaf eat no one. Plant eat no one. Grass in green meadow softens with gentle whisper of breeze and tears of Tibetan monks.

Clean Coal Honey (CCH) Let’s get on with it! We don’t need pollinators anymore, especially if they promise not to sting. We know they will! So, buzz off! Less bees, less trees, more tailings sierras. For CCH, the latest mass production triumph, gooey tar black or with candied fungicide. Dusty treacle on sunburnt toast for hungry grandkids and mutated garden orphans. More clean coal honey please! Oxymoron-a-minute PM and the too clever by half Minister for What’s Left of the Environment use it very privately, like slip-slop-slap — We most assuredly can assure everyone, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, assurances-a-go-go, we’ve done the sums, I mean, the science, and science always gets it right, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha. — rub-a-dub-dub all over while singing praise to Him on High — Mr President — and vomiting like there is no tomorrow into the deep trough of peachy commissions and expedient guidelines while sailing through the Slick Straits of Shameless Blather. Let’s get on with it! We don’t need pollinators anymore, do we?