All Write, Already!

The middle of the state is bone dry.
You won't find a drop of water except in some private pool
and farmers are giving up, packing up, rolling up.
Still, cars go by, people count their money, and folks consider
dousing their fields in propane, ethane, methane, petroleum.
We have a candidate who wants to pipe that shit through these dry scrub brush lands.
She owns some of them.  It's a mystery where she's buying her water.
"You know, brown's actually a pretty color."
Shit brown, mud brown, bark brown, but not corn brown or beans brown. Dust brown.
"Brown me up one of them cows over yonder.  Can't afford the feed anyhow."
Burnt brown.
So enjoy your day trip.  Bring your ironic fuel and stop by the truck stops for water.
They're awful nice.
They'll stay in business as long as there's insurance money to spend.
They say you can still live the good life if you are willing to burn corncobs for fuel.