Mr. Corn


You are a part of my reality
and sometimes my sweet fantasy.

The sky above us is just one of those that exists in common,
and to feel your touch is such a crazy toll to summon.

From the grass where you came from
is a bunch of satisfaction that feeds many a uniform.

We can lie all night long in your acre,
but please don’t sharpen the dagger.

I wish to live in your farm,
and together we shall do no harm.

You own a huge kingdom,
but I can eat you in my boredom.

We never adhere to any exploitation,
and always share hopes for our cultivation.

You are my Mr. Corn,
and with you, a wild dream is born.



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