Old MacDonald's Prayer
[ Against the great emasculation ]
I ain’t no Old MacDonald
no more
The farm ain’t got no
rooster
No draught, no stallion
horse
Just the combine
greased-up in the stall
And cloned wheat,
mono-manic
Waves from wired fence
to fence
And I, goose about
as Heinz mechanic
To wage mortgage on it all
Rendering my balls
to Caesar’s affluence
Ee…I….Ee…I…Oh !
1990 © Wayne David Knoll
A dinkum laconic voice rendered into verse. Caught off a grumbling great-uncle of a farmer out on the wide flats. Yet it is the earthier people who are left to cry the home truths of our ‘Great Emasculation”.
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