Windmills

She was sooooooo tired of all the constant
Woooooozing and wooooooshing from those
Giant windmills around

Producing electricity?  My ass
Producing noise pollution, more like
And, as per some articles,
Producing cancer

So she put together a team
Of old Special Forces buddies
They got all the necessary materiel together
And got ready to go on a blow-up fest

She  could remember with glee the kicks
It gave them as they worked together overseas,
As they teamed up to reduce bridges to scrap metal

Never enough,

But on this day the blasts were going on much too early.
Something must be very wrong
She woke up in a cold sweat
After a long night of boozing it up

The bang-banging was at the door
There was a fire
The emergency crew was there to get her out
Of the apartment building

Move your ass, dear,