Got a government mule that I can't beat,
a hundred year drought, and rust in the wheat.
There's widowbirds wild in my Monsanto seed,
and I can't get a loan for more.
So with three generations of mouths to feed
and forty acres full of turnips that just won't bleed,
I set catnip in the corn and Buddha in the beans
and the kids to cooking meth in the barn.
It's the future of the family farm.
Note: Buddha is the name of a popular strain of marijuana . . . so I'm told.
Revisiting Marian's Dirt Farmer prompt for Play It Again at Real Toads.