Libby DeCamp - Breadbasket Blues

In the not-so-distant present
In the fields of gold
There's a rail-rattling story
That must be told
Of a once-small devising gone awry
Adolescent in the scope
But a tarpit to our time
The mover and the shaker
Sit at the table alone
It's just a hungry baby and a bad jawbone
Guzzling progress
Guzzling speed
Making plans to eradicate the chicory weed
But don't forget, we're doing this for you
I think I'm gonna ride it through
Everybody grooving
To those breadbasket blues
They've got an army
Can't be seized or caught
Making post on every school of thought
Stretch-fingered mission
Pointed overreach
Into the acres and the bellies
Of every chum like me
Demiurge playing potions in his big boy pants
Pompous, clumsy clogging through a deadly dance
How does the wind whip at the top of the tower?
Better grab on tight
As comes the final hour
But don't forget, we're doing this for you
This mass on my neck, it grew and grew
Everybody pulsing and convulsing
To those breadbasket blues
We are spitting in our napkins
We are asking why
A hundred years
Since we've seen the finches fly
All that I'm asking is to untie
The cables from the tables
To the ladder in the manmade sky
But don't forget, we're doing this for you
Intubation time is through
And a shot rang out across the prairie
Can't you hear
Those breadbasket blues

Written by:
Elizabeth Nowicki

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