A Decade of Admiring Failure

Why not? And why needn't this farm be what it was?
We had the food and livestock to shut the local scaur!
Some wheels about perimeter route to replace
the last 10 years, unsettled grace.

Calloused hands re??g the grave of the cheer morning horse!
The rooster pen is company to him their grave open doors!
O babylon! Your huge buildings and picking fruit from the bricks.
Does this country allow such growth & cooperation of flaxen limbs?

Another echumed welladough with hooves intact,
cowgrin with 10 years of ease in the ground
time for parade stint.
Calloused hands scoop at the ground pulling weeds instead of wheat
thrown on top of the wagon with grand rope tying, dying, dry ugly wreaths
My word, with all the animals their bones & friends newish look.
I put my breeks, table top, and blade up amongst the loot
This farm with glory in growing straight
to beat the crooks who've admired my work
stole, all the merry with uncoronary cheating rooks.
The horse dear cheer morning mare
larger than all horses near,
the edge of land
I pull wagon to show the fat fourty lumps
out their eyes they will see growth in my cheer filled trump.
Keep your fences, gates and guns close me to your dumps.
Sentiments back up with any grinning toothy livestock & grains
whose colors off will color you green, green sick, sickening wobble foot disdain