Farm Poem #3

The Super Bowl was trotted out yet again last week, an event that would have entirely escaped my attention if it hadn’t been for an agricultural brouhaha surrounding a Bud Light commercial. Forgive me for not actually seeingthe commercial in real time, or even going back and watching it after the fact; I spared myself this optical indigestion by hearing it blared through the headlines.

From what I’ve been able to decipher, Bud Light aired an ad pushing against corn syrup, and America’s grain farmers–who were all ears–took umbrage. Turns out this country ain’t big enough for two golden nostrums! Of course a social media showdown quickly ensued (cue bow-legged lobbyists flourishing limp-wristed pistols at the Not-OK-Corral). Trigger fingers were triggered! Tweets were fired! Facebookers liked/didn’t like certain posts! In short, it was another 45 minute news cycle.

Here’s my world-weary take on it:

–I demand at least 4 swirls. Grandma said never settle–
Farm Poem #3

Bud Light is at war with agribusiness,

A super bowl of big mouths:

King Corn versus the King of Beers,

Where farmers score points by

Pouring soil down the sink.

How fitting, a battle down the tubes,

On the tubes, in our tubes–

Nostalgic as milk and Cheerios,

But different.

No! The same!

Take your bowl of beer and grain

And slurp it up your corn hole.

Dilly dilly, silly!

We are what you eat.

Kings are always

The first to inform us

There can only be

One king.