by Zumwalt
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The Trump administration said Monday it is pausing leases for five large-scale offshore wind projects under construction along the East Coast due to what it said were national security risks identified by the Pentagon. —NPR, December 22, 2025
Our Leader stands upon a fairway green,
Curses white-armed giants, cool and lean.
"Monstrosities!" he cries, with twisting claims,
"I spot our world's decay upon their frames!"
Such ugly things cause huge real estate declines:
"A seventy-five percent plunge," he knowingly assigns.
"Cancer, rust, rot, and ruin are all they can provide,
It's time to take them on—
and I will be your guide!"
"Down below the treacherous windmill's feet,
More dead birds than alive—an entire fleet!
Mills chop up our eagles, and—look like hell,
Emit toxic fumes, and sounds that kill!
And in our oceans where whales were once happy
Damn windmills have driven them completely batty
And maybe—when time to hear my words so wise and true
Your TV won't work—
the wind may not blow on cue."
Our Leader had issued an order across the land
But a judge overruled—left-wing sleight of hand!
On Monday our leader again pursued his cause
Five offshore leases were put on pause.
"Rogue windmills threaten our eastern shore!
If they don't desist, we go to war!
We fear not Putin, China or
illegal immigrants eating up our pets,
But, if necessary—
we will launch our nukes —
more than anyone has ever launched before—
to stop these pesky, ugly, windmill threats!"
Curses white-armed giants, cool and lean.
"Monstrosities!" he cries, with twisting claims,
"I spot our world's decay upon their frames!"
Such ugly things cause huge real estate declines:
"A seventy-five percent plunge," he knowingly assigns.
"Cancer, rust, rot, and ruin are all they can provide,
It's time to take them on—
and I will be your guide!"
"Down below the treacherous windmill's feet,
More dead birds than alive—an entire fleet!
Mills chop up our eagles, and—look like hell,
Emit toxic fumes, and sounds that kill!
And in our oceans where whales were once happy
Damn windmills have driven them completely batty
And maybe—when time to hear my words so wise and true
Your TV won't work—
the wind may not blow on cue."
Our Leader had issued an order across the land
But a judge overruled—left-wing sleight of hand!
On Monday our leader again pursued his cause
Five offshore leases were put on pause.
"Rogue windmills threaten our eastern shore!
If they don't desist, we go to war!
We fear not Putin, China or
illegal immigrants eating up our pets,
But, if necessary—
we will launch our nukes —
more than anyone has ever launched before—
to stop these pesky, ugly, windmill threats!"
Zumwalt's poetry explores themes of alienation, shifting reality, and personal adaptation.
