The Flour Power Blues


By Daniel Moore
Dusty, Wash.

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Workday is starting,
Dark morning hues.
In my truck mumbling
The flour power blues.

Farm’s name is D.E.T.
Initials? Would be nice.
But here’s another thought:
I “Do Everything Twice!”

Wheat is very tough,
But coffee talk will flow.
Nine or ten crop failures
Before we’ll really know.

If a tree falls in the forest,
Does it make a sound?
If a sprayer stays in the shed,
Does the wind abound?

“To be or not to be,
That is the question.”
Will bearing last or not?
Now there’s a question!

The 35th said I’m unique.
I thought I was special.
But I didn’t understand
The gap in the middle.

Banker in my corner
Shakes hands with a grin.
His shop built of bricks,
Mine is made of tin.

Repeat trips to the FSA!
What have I not reported?
“You are the government,
All-knowing,” I retorted.

Throw out the chart!
If you want to score,
Sell a day after me.
Your price will be more!

The tax man cometh.
Won’t need calculator.
Wait … What? A tax due?
Sneaky budget buster!

Yikes!  There it is.
Shiny box on a post.
Ha, ha! There it goes.
Bill bearing host.

Workday is ending,
Dark evening hues.
In my truck mumbling
The flour power blues.  

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