No gentleman farmer licentiously sows
seeds carelessly, unconsecrated grounds
plowing hectares to irrigate furrows
propagate, poisonous hands on the mounds.
Not heeding the almanac’s Bible to plant
correct fertilize if seasons be true
ignoring that falling sharecropping bears scant
sleeping in fields, ripe with little girls blue.
Strip wild flowers from petals and leaves
punish bare stigmas with stamen’s release
lustful discourses, in orchards with Eves
armfuls of apples, delicious caprice.
Lies no fence lines, between willing meadows
acreage needs, cannot fallow, remain
scatter fidelities’ winds, vitruose
feeding the weeds with chaffing, stale grain.
Cheating Demeter by tilling of salt
faithlessly sucking from soil’s produce
remorselessly spilling infertile gestalt
no roses for milk maidens’ gardens, seduce.
