how gorgeous the morning landscape
of farm rental income
to the fire-flies
in coarse sacks
obedient working monster
the DRAGON combine,
boldly I'm trespassing on
the field of rye
I'm beating the butterflies with God's whip!
how scientific and irresistible
the trans-sense* language
of political economy
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