Cornfed Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

Corn fed.
We are corn -
Sweet fodder.

Invest in the farmer
Who's got the talent and tools
The books and smarts to
Turn the fields to yellow mush.
The bought out land
Left the farmer nothing,
But upset siblings
Taco bell, QVC and the WWE.
Now he wishes for card games
Quiet nights, milk and honey bees.

Feed that cow
Green grass gravy
Just passed half-calf then
Corn meal bones for life.
Frame that cow.
From under the udder,
Tasered nipples sputter
Branded bouillon braze.
Convenience is a lopped tail.

Order that beef
Swift and sublime
consume in record time.
Sweet, electrolyme corn ice.
Sugar topped salads,
Cherry bombed kidneys,
The desolate, cratered ureter.
A stoned toilet.

Cornfed.

Mass produced to produce
Produce and consume produce.
Fortified with lies
Advertised with you in mind.