Fixing a Hole

I'm fixing a hole where the sweet crude leaks out
And keeps the fuel from traveling
Where it will go.
I'm filling the cracks that the "insurgents" tore
To keep the fuel from traveling
Where it will go.

The pipeline's easy to shatter; it's so long.
At night,
The Vietcong, they fight.
Oops—got it wrong!

It leaps into the sand, there, making filigrees
And then seeps in
Or ponds there on the desert floor.

I'm painting the booms in a camouflaged way,
So when shells are rocketing in—
There, they won't go.

The pipeline's easy to shatter; it's so long.
At night,
I get my bong and light
Some hash that's strong.

Killer people run around; they worry me.
That's I'm tasked with building a thick, blast-free door.

I'm baking this time; the temperature swings
Even higher than yesterday.
Still I swill joe.

I'm fixing a hole where the sweet crude leaks out
And keeps the fuel from traveling
Where it will go.