AT THE VALUE GUIDE/OASIS
I do not want your peanut butter, I do not want
your ham. I seek nothing from your eggs and bread,
I want nothing from your land. Here, in a vast and
wasteful feint, your tons of apples ain't : to my liking,
cold and stored, from some Oregon or Nature'd floor.
I look around and see but waste; only matrons bent
in their drudgery clearing soil and paste from the
windows and hearts of the mind. There is nothing
'Cheery' here - neither all your soap or oats. Nor
I do not care for the matter either - wanting little
of your corn-fed steer or even of your steer-brewed
beer. Now get me out of here. Get me out of here.
I do not want your peanut butter, I do not want
your ham. I seek nothing from your eggs and bread,
I want nothing from your land. Here, in a vast and
wasteful feint, your tons of apples ain't : to my liking,
cold and stored, from some Oregon or Nature'd floor.
I look around and see but waste; only matrons bent
in their drudgery clearing soil and paste from the
windows and hearts of the mind. There is nothing
'Cheery' here - neither all your soap or oats. Nor
I do not care for the matter either - wanting little
of your corn-fed steer or even of your steer-brewed
beer. Now get me out of here. Get me out of here.
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