Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Tumbleweed


Once upon a time there was this thing called the middle-class
Happier times; many more smiles, far less being gunned down
We had autonomy & freedom, we paid our taxes & worked our jobs
Then one day large nameless corporations turned us into consumers
Now I’m not one to point fingers but he is old & has a farm
Rather, had a farm, there are very few farms left anymore
But, what about the great corn fields in Iowa you ask?
Funny how a food product can be turned into gasoline
This is not a poem, not really even a statement
This is just a rambling man carrying on in his wayward Universe

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