Do you want to work on my
Jellybean farm?
It’s totally real and not
imaginary whatsoever.
It’s the sweetest job ever.
It’s a Jellybean farm,
where we happily toil in the
hot sugar fields, sticking in
the candy muck, under a
bright Summer Sun.
It is all fun all the time,
where no one is sad or scared,
or worried about being insensitive
or incredibly arrogant about their
Jellybean farming superiority.
I promise it’s absolutely not not
soul consuming work, as the
farm silently feeds off you, as you
try to feed off it. You’ll be happily
rewarded for all your labors.
A sickly sweet, rotted smile,
maybe some diabetes and a lost
toe or foot… or leg. But don’t let that
fun stop you! There’s always job security
on the Jellybean farm. Forever.
I swear it’s totally a real place. Some of us go
there every day, every night, and
every hour. Some are even there right now,
knee high in corn syrup rivers and high fructose
fields.
Blissfully crippled, on my jellybean farm.
Are you sure you won’t join us for a spell?
