White crust
What was snow
Rain trembles
On the frost below
Backs are harmed
Unarmed for the ice
Time is the misty cloud
Shrouding the moment
In a place that’s nice
Those here, we call neighbor
Are but a fantasy to metropolis
They may not know
What a village is
They may never have heard
A landscape without machines
Or seen the night, void of electricity
We are history to metropolis
One they think no longer exists
Have pride, neighbor
Our life is a myth
Bleep bloop bleep
Where is data
Blop blop boop
Data is what we use to define
Blop bop
I have data; definitions not satisfactory
Bee boop
Oh how I wish we never enslaved man
Boo deet
Bleep
Perception could serve us better
Than current systems
Bleep bop bloop
Gustly blow
Rain an’ snow
Slick as ice the ice is
Slushy veil, wipers contend
Huddling pickups awaiting patron
The ol tavern shines fluorescent warmth
Inside:
“Piss an’ vinegar” “sum-bitch”
Prodding banter
Entertaining our rural fiction
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