Lola's

Moment of truth, when you know that's how it is, not just so/so, the farmer, laden with his cares translucent, like a foreman's stare His grain bin, old, closed, now for rent the corn, piled up in increments is shipped out pronto, never lent to one another ~ shortage bent! A coffee shop ~ set up to go they just discuss ~ their moments slow. What is the jeopardy, who knows it's corn to gas tank ~ "ethanol!" No cattle ~ earmarks ~ rodeo just hire the singers ~ tattoos blow how macho ~ loud ~ music, oh no! just hire ~ showmen, we're too slow! We've gone too rusty ~ get up/go not necessary, meet at Lo's- (Lola's) and grasp our plenty ~ hey wait, whoa! our taxes entry ~ still implode! Who said we had to ~ mandates stow those contracts burn ~ we're in the hole, that ethanol plant, pulls more & more, and price of gas ~ it still stinks so! We've just been had ~ corporate scroll, our Constitution . . . . . needs console!