on driving a gas hog suv

In a gas hog SUV, I take the wheel,
A beast of the road, with an appetite to steal.
It guzzles fuel with every mile I tread,
Yet carries me where I want to be instead.

Its engine roars, a powerful growl,
As I navigate through city and prowl.
A steel behemoth, it stands tall and wide,
In this metal giant, I feel a sense of pride.

But as I drive, I can’t help but reflect,
On the planet’s woes, the world’s neglect.
For every gallon burned, a piece of earth is scarred,
In this gas-guzzling machine, we’re not playing our part.

The polar ice melts, the forests decline,
In my gas hog SUV, it’s hard to define,
The cost of our choices, the impact we make,
As we push our planet to the brink, for our own sake.

So, while I enjoy the power and might,
Of this gas hog SUV, day and night,
I also bear the weight of responsibility,
To seek greener alternatives, for our planet’s sustainability.

For in the balance between power and care,
We must find a way to lessen our share,
Of carbon emissions, and environmental strain,
To ensure a brighter future, free from disdain.

In a gas hog SUV, I’ll drive for now,
But I’ll also seek ways to make a vow,
To protect the Earth, its beauty and grace,
For the sake of future generations, we must embrace.