An ode…

It’s fucking dawn,I fucking start,
No time to eat or fucking fart,
it’s sure as hell no fucking art,
on fucking orchards.

Fucking stakes and fucking posts,
fucking wires and fucking ropes,
I must be just a fucking dope,
to work on orchards.

Fucking clips and fucking ties,
fucking pine tar in my eyes,
it makes me want to cry,
on fucking orchards.

Fucking mowing fucking spraying,
and fertilizer laying,
fucking weather’s got me praying,
on fucking orchards.

Fucking rules and fucking regs,
made up by fucking dregs,
do in my fucking head,
on fucking orchards.

Fucking tractors breaking down,
fucking tank leaks nearly drown,
and shit the water’s BROWN!
on fucking orchards.

Another day is fucking done,
and down has gone the fucking sun,
it ain’t a lot of fucking fun,
on fucking orchards.

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