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August 13, 2018 · 1:20 pm

Harrr Harrr Harrr…

I found myself marooned

Off the coast of Kansas (somehow)

And saw another pirate was near.

He was selling corn

So I asked about the price.

He said “You’ll only pay a buccaneer.”

Beige fields of wheat
As far as the eye can see.
In Kansas again.

One-hundred-ninety miles
Through amber waves of grain
Just to get to work each day
Is messing with my brain.

I thought when I moved to Kansas
To work the Dusty Trail
That I would have some peace and quiet
And time to read my mail.

Instead, I’m driving to Topeka
Inside my economy car,
Not knowing the scale of my map
Or that the “Dusty Trail” is a bar.

And yet I shan’t move closer
Just to shorten my commute,
For one can live inside the city,
But one can’t put it on “mute.”

I love this nation’s country,
Though you might look at me funny,
Yet I’d love to not be in Kansas no more
But I haven’t got the money.