the bad farmers

The can of worms

Crawling out with smile

“Man…it is good to smell the air!

I don’t know why I stay quiet so long!’

One by one the worm wriggles out

Drop out from the can of a cage

Living in a quiet dark life

Now it sings of payback time!

The agencies are kept busy

Collecting the worms to investigate

The drawers will be opened

Leaving nothing behind to collect dust

The bad farmers staring in disbelief

As the fall out becomes a bad publicity

The farmers try to blame it on the weather

But the worms show their greed

One by one the bad farmers fall

In the pit to sing their tales

The agencies aren’t plea bargaining

The bad farmers will pay dearly