(dale once thought: these high school
dancers are on you like your pants are)
But what I meant to say was:
never become a pinnacle unless you're
agreeable to us peninsula (plural)
we stick out like rural celeb vets
tripped out on acid
drinking from rancid streams
carrying corn's vain dreams
of dedicating without belonging
to the earth of thronging
things green, red and yellow
not monocultures of culture mono
grant us mano but deliver us macho
who think corn is bullshit;
we should plant prairies.
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