Who Will Buy My Wheat?
by
John Presco
The Trade Wars
are hot and heavy today
my love
I am but a poor wretch
put out in the street
to fetch
the Euro Buck-wheat dollar
like a common whore
when I would rather play
with you some more
my dear Yari
My beloved childhood flame
I am s sick of these billion dollar
games
The kissing up
the back-stabbing flattery
the hoarding of soybeans
the fake snubbing
the want to buy
Greenlland
for God’s sake!
Yari, our love
was honest.
We promised to be true
Now I have been rendered
a Wheat Wench
a pretty face
the goddess Rhea
the horn of plenty
All is emptiness
without my love of you
my dear Yari
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