The wormlight is good for us, so I’ve been told.
Soon it’s the only light left to be sold.
Our future seems stark
We’re held in the dark.
With no more oil drilling we’re left in the cold.
Complain ‘bout the loo-flush was what he did do,
Others chimed in, “ours don’t work well too”
But Paul was unfazed
Eyebrows were raised
For he dared to say: You dumb bureaucrats, Boo!