Alberta

[medievalface]

Your mother brought you up
On wheat-fed cows and corn ears
Just to raise a boy
Reading the myth of Sisyphus

The clear skies of Alberta
Endow the April crop
With a creamy lack of sentience
But then you wonder, why not
Unlike them you do
Sometimes feel hungry
But that's what makes you tremble
Under the high winds
That are going to blow you away
Anyway
What is the point of opening your mouth
When you're just eating at yourself?